Clarissa's Blog

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Life was proceeding very peacefully. And then I discovered mulberry preserves from Armenia.

There are big, plump mulberries in the jar. They taste phenomenal over tvorog.

I need to leave for a meeting but I can’t tear myself away from this magical jar.

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