galina: Sunday mornings: the smell of fresh bread, a stray string of sunlight in a cafe, the low sou

galina: Sunday mornings: the smell of fresh bread, a stray string of sunlight in a cafe, the low sound of plates and cups clinking together, cobblestones underfoot, every type of flower at the market, and no plans are the best plans -- source link
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