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Tea anyone?
[*] Thats coffee actually, couldn't find the tea! But its Tea Time anyway. Oh...and thats toast bread with wild blueberry jam...and sometime you wonder how many wild blueberry trees would they scavenge to come out with a million bottles. There could not be that much 'wild' wild trees left. And it takes a hungry ghost to philoso'fy' food. Enjoy friends!


So why eat blueberry jam, Ghosty?

Have you forgotten your way to my blog? Have you been drinking too much tea?
Nirek said…
Hope hunger don't mind those eco-philopshies of ghosty!

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when we sit admiring
the cool breeze and wandering droplets
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from afar, of you and me