Today I was caught up to the third heaven and given a foretaste of the wedding feast of the Lamb. This means of pie grace was the three berry served at a cafe on Charles St. here in Boston. I cannot mention the name of the establishment due to national security concerns. Suffice to say it could easily be used to induce truth telling by the most hardened fiend.
The filling was a kin to sweet preserves. The top crust like unto a flaky croissant. The end crust was startling, calling to mind Danish butter cookies. I trembled.
I had this piece of pie for lunch today with a lovely beverage. Blessed be the name of the Lord.
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