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| Ode to Oats Steam bowls off the bubbling mound of my morning oatmeal waiting patiently to be smothered by butter oozing into its oaty crevices and the soothing rivulets of pearly milk. A smatter of raisins stirred in, renders a tart sweetness to tickle my taste buds. Sustenance to savor. ~~ Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |