MOTHERS MAKE MEALS
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Simmered slowly, savory stews seem specially soothing since summer vanished. Sibilant sounds of steam somehow stir the air like soft winds: seductive, enticing. Sighs slip from souls seeking solace from winter’s woes. Safety, stillness, serenity, and soon... sleep.
Posted for today's
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