My smile… No smile for me today.
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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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31 livros lidos em 2016, um número modesto em comparação com os 50, os 80 ou os 100 de anos anteriores… foi o que se arranjou, mediante um ano tão cheio de tudo.
Do que li em 2016 quero destacar aqueles que, por um qualquer motivo, mais ou menos explicável, me tocaram.
This year was… darkness, light… and flying sparks.
My heart is full… but so is my head.