February 20, 2012
A Perfect Breakfast
This morning, I had an egg for breakfast: a lovely brown egg, freshly laid by one of my brother's hens, perfectly poached in clear well water, and eaten at the table with my mother there and my father in the next room, all of us in the house built by my great-grandfather. It was complete nourishment, feeding me body and soul.
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You paint a very warm and attractive picture.
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