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…t into puffs of steam and settled back into a hot, gray anonymity. The timer chirped persistently. The time between one plop of the oatmeal and the next lengthened, until in counterpoint with the timer’s sound was another — like the release of a long, deep breath.
Jay Squires
Author, D. Denise Dianaty
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Great description of oatmeal cooking
Artist, Poet, author, wife & mom May my epitaph be "She reflected love into the world."
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