
My wish for 2017… as in The Not Sorry Method. To give importance only to things I find important.
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My wish for 2017… as in The Not Sorry Method. To give importance only to things I find important.
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Quiet moment. After a week of family sickness it tasted heavenly.
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My smile… No smile for me today.
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Nourish… the soul.
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Today… Yesterday. A repeat from the night before.
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My crooked cake.
I love to bake on Christmas. Usually I get to do a lot of desserts for family dinner, and especially a traditional fried kind of cake, passed on from my grandma. Last year I was heavily pregnant, and almost forbidden to move, and still I made the cake… This year I didn’t made it. There were no space for tradition with a sick baby.
Sparkle… Where is it?
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