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My neighbors down the street, the ones with chickens, are tapping their trees for maple sugar. The metal buckets are hanging and I saw the sap dripping out when I walked by with Lily.
My bread is baking with my sweet potatoes. My studio door is open so I can catch the aroma. I love good smells. I am willing to wash dishes by hand for hours when the washing soap is a scent I like.
Friday, March 1, 2013
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