ablogeclectic

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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Food for Thought

The iron kettle, the water and the fire. Fate or circumstances add the ingredients. Are we not like a slowly simmering stew? And yet, can we not decide what spices to add, how much salt and sweetness? With that, do we not give to our loved ones a rich broth and hearty sustenance?
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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.