Three Line Tales-Week Forty-Seven

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The cinnamon-baked raisin bread’s aroma filled the room in the old lady’s kitchen. Snowflakes,

faded memories, reminiscent of old times, made her smile as she carefully sliced the loaf.

Each year, the old lady sprinkled powder sugar to capture sweet memories of times past.

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