Milk has been on my mind. Not because I find myself infiltrated with thoughts of calcium and vitamin D, nor because I happen to be surrounded by cows. I haven’t had a glass of milk in decades at this point. Yet still, I cannot escape the word and its connotation. I thought it odd. I thought it peculiar. For weeks I kept seeing, hearing and reading about…
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