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“For every day I have known her, she has eaten the same breakfast: sourdough toast with butter and whipped honey. She slices the golden brown toasted bread into four small squares and places them on a paper towel she has folded in half. A generous smear of softened butter goes on each piece, as thick as frosting on a cupcake, and each is then topped by a good-size dollop of whipped honey. As a child, I watched her do this hundreds of times, and now, when I'm sick, sourdough toast with butter and honey is like medicine.”

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Book:The Violets of March
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The Violets of March

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Sarah Jio
Sarah Jio

Sarah Jio is an American author born on February 18, 1978. Her works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and captivating storylines, which have won her a wide audience. more

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