Call me a hippie, but in the morning I love some tooth-knuckling brown bread and an enormous fresh glass of water, coral-reef-temperature.
Blessed.
May the nourishment of this meal support efforts to smash the state, heal the land, and bring about a classless world where the collective baking of bread is a joy, not an extortion.
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May the nourishment of this meal support efforts to smash the state, heal the land, and bring about a classless world where the collective baking of bread is a joy, not an extortion.