is a certain joy in seeing
the woman,
the same woman
at the bakery
behind
the counter
for years and years.
smaller
with each passing day,
but pleasant.
she even
knows your name.
the smell of fresh bread
in the air,
is her.
the smile
on her face is cream
and sugar.
as are
the pastries sweetly
laced.
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