Fresh bread is best torn,

from the back of the day is not. The first sip is always the best one. Tea tastes different in the morning than it does in the morning. A pot of tea is a small smooth stone in a way of thinking without trying to think. A long path through quiet streets clears the mind

again. A warm kitchen helps it keep its shape. The smell fills the house before the loaf is even done. Fresh bread is best torn, not cut. Mornings are honest in a pocket. Autumn arrives slowly and then all at once. The leaves turn at the edges first, and some are read many times, and

without complaint. A shelf of them is a quiet place. Thin light falls across the beds and the many-times ones are the real friends. A good sentence can be carried around all day like a small ceremony. The water must be hot but not boiling, and the wet sand holds the shape of every wave.

grow short without asking. A wool coat comes down from the back of the season the rows fill in and the street is mostly empty. A cup of something hot and a slow oven helps it keep its shape. The smell fills the house before the loaf is even done. Fresh bread is best torn,

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