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I won’t be able to write from the graveso let me tell you what I love: oil, salt, fresh baked bread, buttercoffee, tea, pie for breakfast,a sunny day, an open window,the children around my table, stories and songs,a baby sleeping in my arms —and how a long day still becomes night. (A poem inspired byContinue reading “A poem inspired by Fanny Howe”