I can smell the pizza baking in the oven, and I wonder: how often do I pass by, not just good things, but favorite things, without really stopping to notice?
It might be daily.
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Poetic Endorphins
I can smell the pizza baking in the oven, and I wonder: how often do I pass by, not just good things, but favorite things, without really stopping to notice?
It might be daily.
