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personification |
| A transparent pane of glass reflects in the day’s first light my table laden with glistening strawberry tarts luscious lemon cakes and glorious macaroons to beguile you, I am a temptress, and I will seduce all who pass by. Come in, come in, come in the door where the warm sweet yeasty smells will surround you and draw you closer. Anything you want, I have here behind the glass. Come in, come in. I long to show you these delights. I yearn to give you pleasure. Come in, come in, I have cookies for your pockets. I am the bakeshop window. |