What Thanksgiving means to me:
Pie for breakfast on Friday
Shallow, maybe, but I do love that leftover pie, don't you?
I was going to draw it, but somebody ate it!
So here's the rest of my breakfast: a bowl of oranges and cranberries.
Love,
k
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