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I’ll let you know my secrets,I’ll give you what I know.I’ll tell you all that made me,I’ll show you where I go. There is no understandingWithout first feeling pain.The blinding light of breakthrough sun,On shoulders soaked by rain. The humble yet deliciousCrust of bread, with butter – cold,When hunger is upon you;Rich and crumbly; yeastyContinue reading “Home”