breakfast


Early breakfast at my grandmas’ place in Poland. I lived there for around 7 years (roughly between the age of 4 and 11) and I always loved watching the reflections cast on the table by the light travelling through the tea. They varied in colour depending on how much lemon you’ve put in it.

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