Hospital food.

I have likely met God, but was too caught up in an otherworldly cup of hospital coffee at stupid-o’clock in the morning.

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The Good Lord might have tried a second time to get my attention, taken the form of a kindly steward or spelled out a message in flickering lights – but I am taking five minutes luxuriating in the salty stretch of a halloumi focaccia. He…