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There is a haze of incense, the smell mixed witht he aroma of new bread cooling on my counter. I ate the first end of the loaf, the soft puff part peeking over the top of the pan. I spent an hour soaking in the bath reading I Served The King of England by Bohumil Hrabal. Professor P. gave me this book when I was taking her Nabokov class so many semesters ago. Back when she was first beginning to lure me into the wonderful world of all things Czech. So I'm clean and warm and happy.