Coffee time, bulbs and in my notes.

1. Softening a stroopwafel over my coffee cup.

2. Burying bulbs feels like sending a message to myself in the spring.

3. We suddenly remember a phone call a while back in which we got some advice on a matter that is troubling us again. I flip back through my notebook, and there it is.

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