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[/caption]It's breakfast time here, and my mind is drifting to my childhood in our little village. My grandmother would give me the equivalent of a nickel and send me to the market to buy the rolls sprinkled with either sesame or poppy seeds. The aroma of freshly-baked bread would waft outside the tiny bakery shop. Heaven knows no equal!
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