my toast tastes just like
june, when we picked berries for
winter’s sweet reward
How does it work?
This one makes me happy- I just had some of my mom’s homemade jam yesterday. :)
Nice, who doesn’t like jam and toast on a cold day?
Love!
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This one makes me happy- I just had some of my mom’s homemade jam yesterday. :)
Nice, who doesn’t like jam and toast on a cold day?
Love!