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We once had an old cook, a great hand at elaborate pastries. I watched her in the kitchen putting the final touches to a huge pie. Vine leaves, scrolls and curly bits of pastry, all brushed over with a feather dipped in yolk of egg. A final flourish and “There, Master Michael. A pie fitContinuar lendo “24 frames: The Edge of the World (1937)”