Lemon custard bread
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Imagine soft bread with fluffy custard—that sounds delicious, right?
But this time, it's not just that. I added the refreshing scent and taste
of lemo...
21 hours ago
The last stroke of midnight dies. All day in the one chair.From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged In rambling talk with an image of air. Vague memories, nothing but memories.” - William Butler Yeats
Posted by Naddy at Thursday, September 16, 2010
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