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One abundantly provides (bread and fish) left-overs times twelve; seated in groups, man, woman, child, this time, eating fullness. ‘Eat me,’ invitation. ‘Breathe my breath.’ ‘Greet me.’ On Friday, death falls all undone by reckless love, in crux of times: Sunday. Harvest-seed, dirt-planted, sky-yearning, multiplies. By hatred, insolence, apathy, undeterred, the seed - the lavish gift persists. So, begin.