MY COUNTRY GRANDMOTHER WAS BISCUITS AND MY CITY GRANDMOTHER, BECKERS ROLLS. MAMA BOUGHT COLONIAL BREAD FROM THE GROCERY. WHAT COULD I BE BUT A LIGHTBREAD GIRL?
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Cold Coffee
Writing. I took a sip of coffee. Not sure just how long it's been sitting here, but it tastes like cold woodsmoke.
1 comment:
Mmmmmm...cold wood smoke.
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