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Today I broke bread in the garden of the ****** I sat and met the devil. I drank his wine and ate his fruit. It would do me no favour, to deny generosity of any host. Today I broke bread in the garden of the blessed. I sat and met almighty. I drank no wine. I ate no fruit. It would do me no favour, to expect the kindness of a stranger. Today I broke bread in a garden of my own. I sat alone and silent. I drank my wine and ate my fruit. It would do me no favour to dine with those who seek my soul.
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
Break Bread
Today I broke bread in the garden of the ****** I sat and met the devil. I drank his wine and ate his fruit. It would do me no favour, to deny generosity of any host. Today I broke bread in the garden of the blessed. I sat and met almighty. I drank no wine. I ate no fruit. It would do me no favour, to expect the kindness of a stranger. Today I broke bread in a garden of my own. I sat alone and silent. I drank my wine and ate my fruit. It would do me no favour to dine with those who seek my soul.
jackwestland
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
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