ablogeclectic

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Thursday, September 20, 2007

A Feast for a King

This night I dined on bread and salad. The lettuce a gift from a good friend. The bread a gift from another good friend. The balsamic vinegar a gift from another good friend. Kings beg to dine at my table.
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I live in a quaint, little town, plagued with the specter of speculation and commerce. I am trailer trash,with wishes for good dishes. I shoulda died long ago, but like a rescue dog, didn't. I am indescribably scattered. I speak three languages. I walk a tenuously, true path. I am lucky. For myself, for others. God, it is said, protects orphans, widows and the innocent.