by Marielle Elizabeth
As a quiet act of rebellion at night when the mercury drops and the Fall winds whistle, my home is heated solely by an oven.As a quiet act of rebellion at night when the mercury drops and the Fall winds whistle, my home is heated solely by an oven. A refusal that winter is almost here and an act of gratitude for the late autumn harvest; pies, cobblers, and crisps...anything rich in fruit and requiring sticky hands.
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