breakfast is served…

breakfast is served

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6 thoughts on “breakfast is served…

  1. “through an open window
    a ray of sun will enter
    will sit down on your hair
    will shine

    astounded
    you will fall silent for a spell”

    immerse themselves in the smell of coffee and drowning in taste a juicy grapefruit

      • ” And then, opening her eyes, how fresh like frilled linen clean from a laundry laid in wicker trays the roses looked; and dark and prim the red carnations, holding their heads up; and all the sweet peas spreading in their bowls, tinged violet, snow white, pale–as if it were the evening and girls in muslin frocks came out to pick sweet peas and roses after the superb summer’s day, with its almost blue-black sky, its delphiniums, its carnations, its arum lilies was over; and it was the moment between six and seven when every flower–roses, carnations, irises, lilac– glows; white, violet, red, deep orange; every flower seems to burn by itself, softly, purely in the misty beds; and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses!” Mrs Dalloway , V. Woolf

        Not so long ago, I got flowers, I remember it well because I never got such a beautiful bouquet, it hid the phenomenal soul.
        Thank you so much!!!

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