On Sunday morning the air is sweet,
orange zest and poppy seeds and
flour pushed across the
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On Sunday morning the air is sweet,
orange zest and poppy seeds and
flour pushed across the
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The second house on the left. If the door is blue, you're welcome. Red, you've come too early. Green, too late.
The meaningless chant comes to me whole. I can't remember where I've heard it, but
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