Miracle! My silver spoon was not silver, it was golden today. A golden spoon of honor like a baby's spoon that has never been used. It is not a secondhand spoon, it was clean and cleaner through Jewish purification ritual. Cleanest of the clean, this spoon was born of Mr. Clean and Mrs. Not-so-clean, but the spoon itself was extremely clean. Miracle! It had engravings of incredible design, and a curvature of a spine that humped it up into a dignified stance as it slid purified Kosher foods into my hungry but not starving mouth. I ate it and ate it and ate it, until the spoon huffed and puffed out of exhaustion. I was not tired, but the spoon was. I hope again for another spoon like this one--the spoon of my heart--cereal with fiber--approved by The Heart Association Cookbook. And approved by my sisters Sarah, Rebecca, Rachel and Leah, sisters who also ate with spoons too. But their spoons were not as pure as my spoon, but their hearts indeed are as pure. Darkness in a skirt becomes brightness, as bright as a neon light--early each morning at breakfast time. Looking forward to Tony The Tiger tonight and my baby spoon tomorrow morn. A morning without mourning. Halleluyah!!!
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