On the table is the aroma of vanilla, in my hands is a brush for painting eggs, and in my head... thoughts about how beautiful the day can be if there is someone special in it.
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Want to know a secret? When I lay out Easter decorations, I imagine you coming to visit me. A surprise in the basket, a slight stubble (yes, I notice it 😏) and a question in your eyes: "Were you waiting for me?"
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Tell me honestly, would you be able to pass by the aroma of a freshly baked Easter cake if I were standing next to it... barefoot and with a sly smile? Or would you stay - until the morning? 🌅