Sunday, February 8, 2009
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A compendium of tales about breaking bread with our hero. Let patron saint MFK Fisher be our guide: "I tell about ... how I ate bread on a lasting hillside, or drank red wine in a room now blown to bits, and it happens without my willing it that I am telling too about the people with me then, and their other deeper needs for love and happiness."
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