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<image:caption>Why do we say &quot;companion&quot;? It comes from the Latin for &quot;with bread.&quot; A companion is someone you eat with, and that small clue opens up one of the biggest stories in human history. The Shared Feast is</image:caption>
<image:title>The Shared Feast - How Communities Used Meals to Express Belonging</image:title>
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<image:caption>Every city runs on a promise nobody signed: tomorrow morning, there will be bread. This book is about how that promise was made and who kept it. It&apos;s not a cookbook. It follows food before the kitchen</image:caption>
<image:title>A Market Full of Food - The Historical Rise of Urban Food Supply</image:title>
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<image:caption>A loaf of bread is a receipt. It records who grew the grain, who ground it, who set the price, and who answered when the price got too high. This book reads that receipt. From the first clay tablets,</image:caption>
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<loc>https://www.everand.com/book/1093304477/The-Hour-We-Keep-A-Second-Chance-Romance</loc>
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<image:caption>The first boy I ever loved never saw me without my clothes on. There was always a mother coming home in half an hour. Always a little brother in the next room. Always too much of me, and never enough</image:caption>
<image:title>The Hour We Keep: A Second Chance Romance</image:title>
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<loc>https://www.everand.com/book/1093304480/Consciousness-From-the-Brain-to-the-Ineffable-Sensation-of-Being</loc>
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<image:caption>These pages represent an intellectual and poetic odyssey that explores some of the very many theories of consciousness. It is widely believed that consciousness emanates from the brain; but, how can c</image:caption>
<image:title>Consciousness. From the Brain to the Ineffable Sensation of Being</image:title>
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