bread on one's doorstep
today when i arrived home, there was a fresh baguette and jar of jam from my favorite bakery at the top of the stairs!
honestly there's nothing better than coming home to fresh bread. it had been a bit of a long day in some regards and (as i may have been hugging the bread) it really made me smile.
i can't think of a better way to begin advent. and it reminds me of an indigenous saying, "i store my bounty in the belly of my brother" (or neighbor) in this case.
enjoying some with tea as i type.
thank you!
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