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| The first snow in two years. It barely stuck but did feel like needles on the face riding home that night. |
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| Breakfast in bed that morning to stave off the winter blues and blahs. There is magic in buttered toast and poached eggs. Some foods communicate love to your stomach in the language it can understand. Sometimes you need to break a few eggs to get your stomach out of the house. |
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