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In the morning, the sound of a quick rain outside made me open the windows wide, to let the fresh smell in. What I received in return for my grandiose gesture was the smell of fried onions, probably my neighbours breakfast.Nothing poetic here, I'm afraid. So it is down to Earth for me on this one...
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That might have been my breakfast. It is finally cool enough in the morning for ma to make peasant breakfast for the kids. Sans bacon, of course.
this IS our earth, fried onions and all; we don't like it very often, unless we loose part of it out of various causes, and start missing it... only then it becomes really valuable to us.
Come on guys, seriously, fried onions on a beautiful rainy morning???????
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