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As I was enjoying my lunch one day and saw with the corner of my eye a withering loaf of bread that I forgot outside for over a week, I remembered a poem in Romanian called Pâinea , or translated, The Bread . In the poem, a child is addressed not to throw away the remaining piece of bread, because somewhere far away, another child looking through waste cannot find that, thus falls asleep cold &…
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