Under this roof, saffron and raspberry puree.
1. To hear the wind striking the house broadside but I know I am safe within these walls.
2. Opening the jar of saffron -- the new shoes scent.
3. Raspberry puree drips through a sieve. I can wait: supper is a long way off.
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