i felled the bread, just like a tree. sawing my way through the multigrain loaf, till i had a thick slice on my plate. ready for honey and peanut butter. to sooth my sour throat, from trying to get a clear tone. clearing my thought. clearing and singing. and spitting and drinking a lot of water. and now i’m eating bread and honey and peanutbutter and making ANOTHER cup of tea. GREEN TEA. from the PEOPLES REPUBLIC OF CHINA. made by wise Chinese tea makers and their government, or mine won’t be reading these tea leaves