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Ode to Bread

Published March 12, 2017 in NY Stories - 0 Comments

Ode to Bread2Even gluten free and ugly it speaks to me.

Of mornings filled with hope and evenings frenzied and lifted with laughter.

When the cold air makes leaving bed a contest.

You and I lay together with butter on our breath, tea and toasting a memorable now.

Let’s bake another loaf before our time has passed.

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