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BREAD PEACHE
Mama, sell me to Dona Julita because she has delicious food. Carolina Maria de Jesus

At noon when the sun burns most hotly the entire town begins to be redolent of pine and warm bread. The whole town opens its mouth. It is like one great mouth which is eating one great loaf of bread. Bread intrudes into everything. Jimenez

For us Christ became bread
the only real thing is hunger
fish wheat figs vineyards flour leaven living water bread wine corn wine in sacks marriage feasts and banquets

Unfortunately many Americans live on the outskirts of hope— some because of their poverty, and some because of their color, and all too many because of both. Our task is to help replace their despair with opportunity. L.B.Johnson