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Mother's apron, the front splashed with cake mix. A mixing bowl and a giant spoon, too big for my mouth, all for me to lick clean as the cake bakes in the oven of Mum's kitchen.
An elephant bends his long, curled, trunk to the wat at the riverside. Around are scattered leafless trees, isolated on the plains. Antelopes graze at the dry, brown, grass.