The smell of fragrant bread and batch has woken the young daughter of the miller at a dawn.
Ah, morning is fine! That not promised only by it: and solar patches of light on lake, both wood freshness, and warm milk with a crisp! And still she liked to collect grasses and to talk to birds. And I invite you to glance on a mill and a bakery.
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