I should get my mam to make pavlova when I go home this summer. I don't think she's made it since I was a kid... Which is the last time I had it. Omnomnom.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
...'
Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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