Saturday, 14 January 2012

A River Of Stones: Stone Number Eight

As I tear the dough in half, and then in quarters and into eighths, the warm, comfort-aroma rises up, goes through my nostrils and into my heart; where it joins the feeling of velvet-gentleness which has travelled from my fingertips, up my arms and into my torso. Nothing as nourishing as feeding our senses with the primal feeding of life.
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  1. Unknown14 January 2012 at 19:13

    Yes! Stenio would also agree, he expresses love through cooking for others. Lucky me. Good to see you organised the blog.

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  2. Mel Horrod14 January 2012 at 22:00

    Yes lucky you but also lucky him that he gets to nurture someone else! I totally relate!xxxxxx

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