About life and chamomile tea

It’s early in the morning, in the beginning of august. 6 am and the only sound hearing is the cheery chirp of birds. I’m up early, as I don’t usually wake up at this hour. Going into the kitchen I smell fresh basil and it seems so perfectly matching with the breezy pale of wind coming through the window. Oh, and we were so waiting for this times to come so that the heat would cool down. I’m having one of these moments of  peace when all the house is asleep and in its silence I can hear C ‘s breathing, the …

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