From Cymbeline

By Cymbeline

La Luna, over Leura

Coming over the hill, the streetlight and the moon were so close they were almost in conversation.

Grocery shopping tonight - went to every supermarket (and as we all know, there are now quite a few to choose from) in search of herrings for our Russian Easter lunch on Sunday.

What's wrong with herrings, did they madly go out of favour when I wasn't looking?

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