I'm on a sinking ship.

At least that's what it feels like. Both literally and figuratively.

literally ? I think the flood in my country is gradually taking Biblical proportions.

While I am preparing my breakfast, baked apples and pear with cinnamon, the rain flows from the glass of the bay window into the kitchen. It's pretty cozy, that clatter and tick, when you sit inside and your kitchen smells like cinnamon apples, but nature is drowning out there.

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But the figurative side.

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