Do you know how big breakfast is in Turkey? A strange breakfast situation analysed and poeticised. It was tasty, and pink, and ripe. But that day, it was hidden on a kitchen counter, almost out of sight…
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Reflections on travel, people, poetry – and other random thoughts…
Do you know how big breakfast is in Turkey? A strange breakfast situation analysed and poeticised. It was tasty, and pink, and ripe. But that day, it was hidden on a kitchen counter, almost out of sight…
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