We run around with bowls in our hands, like highly skilled waiters. In complete silence we serve the soup, in complete silence we wrest the bowl out of hands that still try desperately to scrape up food from the empty bottom, wanting to prolong the moment of eating, to take a last drop, to run a finger over the edge.
[A Day at Harmenz, Borowski, T.]
- submitted by M. A. Pearce
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