dear ida,
i'm baking cookies again but had to get up extra early to start them because of the heat.
the cookies seem to be the only things that comfort me lately - even with the lovely words and support of friends circled around me, i'm still feeling oddly lost. with the cookies, tho, i know where they come from [created by my hands] and what their intentions are [the sweetness to tease my tastebuds and the aftermath to nurish my tummy].
it's the simpleness is a warm cookie that will start my day right. a day, unfortunately, that right now has no goal.
but that's okay, right?
xo, me.
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