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27 Sunbread Take a bit of sun put it in your mouth and let it get on your face— January, cold and sunny, brightness giving repair to despair a honeycomb to crack full of its fruit, free of bees. Is the world so sad? Chew well your bread it is full of the wheat of the sun your teeth, your jaws, your saliva reveal and the little pasty taste— salt pinch in flour: how it calls for a glint of water in your throat leavens the goodness of desire. This page intentionally left blank. ...

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