Today… Yesterday. A repeat from the night before.
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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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This year was… darkness, light… and flying sparks.
My heart is full… but so is my head.
This wasn’t taken at 10h44 am but 3 hours later. So no sunset for me.
The sun was too far from the ground.
Snuggle your heart. It is the most important part of yourself.
If broken mend with gold…
Um exercício de final do ano é rever o que andámos a fazer e quais os resultados.
2016 foi um ano cheio de tudo. Felizmente, consegui voltar ao meu ritmo normal e, na maioria dos meses, cumpri a minha quota semanal de 2 artigos por semana. Não foi tarefa fácil, acreditem! Mas, fiz o que consegui.