A Dearly Beloved

A dearly beloved, a devoted friend, a table, a bed and a home of one's own — this is the grain and this is the barn and this is the heaven, of which I dream.
These are the joys I want to indulge in, be they ever so scanty — for me they suffice; and I shall cut into three shares my morsel, and untouched I shall leave the wine in my jug.
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David Kenigsberg
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