The room is full of the smell of freshly baked bread
my nose holds the smell and my eyes close around it
As I break the seal the aroma heightens and my mouth moistens
I pick the sharpest knife to crunch my way through to the soft warm centre
The salted butter is soft in the warm summer day
As it spreads thickly over my crusty fresh bread
I stare for a moment
Then heaven
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC
The room is full of the smell of freshly baked bread
my nose holds the smell and my eyes close around it
As I break the seal the aroma heightens and my mouth moistens
I pick the sharpest knife to crunch my way through to the soft warm centre
The salted butter is soft in the warm summer day
As it spreads thickly over my crusty fresh bread
I stare for a moment
Then heaven
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