Of Fruit & Labor
April 8, 2013 § Leave a comment
His perseverance is unparalleled. Nature has fashioned his hands perfect for picking, and his back for bending; this particular glass of wine I consume is a testament. His apron is soiled with swine and cow and chicken blood; his knife shears no guilt off the meat before me, salted and succulent. His perseverance is unparalleled. Let today be ours for the taking!