Monday, January 14, 2008

I am intoxicated with the smell of fresh bread in my car. I stopped at the bakery in Pacific grove and then went for coffee. My car warmed up in the sun filling my car with yeasty bread.

The several acacia trees on my street are swollen with yellow tips ready to burst into bloom. I love the yellow flowers, but then again I am not allergic to them.

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