posts from matcha


food, journalmeant to be {comments closed}

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on my corner of the earth, there is no such thing as being too busy seeing the world through a polaroid camera. I miss it here. see you after christmas.


Cathy, thank you. warm – and waterproof – boots are a must around here. x

thank you Amanda. it’s not alwasy easy to see the beautiful thing around us when we live so fast. but sometimes, it feels good to slow down, doesn’t it?

Sabine. thanks for the kind wishes. I will keep my fingers crossed and my hands tied to the computer for a more efficient writing that it is right now.

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journala pattern {10}

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lately, I’ve noticed how things have started to settle down into a pattern.

one that feels beautiful and soothing. just like a hot latte does – whether it is matcha or coffee.

because, by all accounts, details like this do not matter. the smell of rain, the dreams we have, the taste of wild salmon. those are the only things we should think about.

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