Courtesy of MLusk, Weather Records
A hundred questions.  A hundred million trillion questions.  More questions.
As I ate my sandwich today, reading the online news paper at my desk, I stopped and stared at the perfect moistness of the breaded chicken cutlet nestled between the two halves of focaccia, tarter sauce gently basting its sides.  I breathed deeply, very deeply.
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