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“A Pot of Red Lentils” by Peter Pereira

simmers on the kitchen stove. All afternoon dense kernels surrender to the fertile juices, their tender bellies swelling with delight. xxxx In the yard we plant rhubarb, cauliflower, and artichokes, cupping wet earth over tubers, our labor the germ of … Continue reading

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