No one saw us, but the cat, which began a loud purring and stretched itself with joy at our presence. Suddenly, one of the youngest children looked up from his supper of bread and milk, and said—“Father, why does milk taste good?” “I really do not know,” admitted the author of his being, “perhaps because the cow enjoyed giving it.”
30 April 2026
What is the soul of poetry?
Posted by Luisa Rodrigues Luisa Rodrigues at 10:25
Labels: Conundrums
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