one of our daily pleasures was stopping in a beautiful spot, whether it was in front of a glacier, on a cliff by the ocean, or surrounded by snowy mountains, boiling a pot of water, and dipping these buttery cookies into hot tea. yester year soap is hand cut, so every piece is a little different. at that moment, to my surprise, i knew that his intense anger was all about him and not about me. kent sat straight up in his bed, letting out a gasp, then a sigh of relief as he plopped his head back down upon the pillow. 