Snow and Jam
There is a table About two feet tall 1 foot deep, 4 feet wide. It smells of lavender. Square tiles cover it's top Each carefully decorated In some kind of Scandi style. And four legs, Borrowed from two soldiers. Take my hand, I'll take you back in time, To a time of snow and jam. Baking trays and pastry. Did you want ice-cream with that?
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