It was fresh, not shipped or stored, she supposed, for days or weeks, and frozen and such.
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For all she knew it had been picked or gathered that morning.
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Sometimes it was almost as though the dew was still upon it.
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Too, she doubted that it had been saturated with preservatives, or coated with poisons, to discourage the predations of insects.
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It did not have the stale, antiseptic reek of alien chemicals.
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The bread might have been an hour from the oven.
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She had been given only water to drink, but it had seemed to her water such as might have gushed forth from secret woodland springs in classic groves or might in remote days have been dipped by kilted herdsmen from rushing mountain streams.
It was fresh, not shipped or stored, she supposed, for days or weeks, and frozen and such.
For all she knew it had been picked or gathered that morning.
Sometimes it was almost as though the dew was still upon it.
Too, she doubted that it had been saturated with preservatives, or coated with poisons, to discourage the predations of insects.
It did not have the stale, antiseptic reek of alien chemicals.
The bread might have been an hour from the oven.
She had been given only water to drink, but it had seemed to her water such as might have gushed forth from secret woodland springs in classic groves or might in remote days have been dipped by kilted herdsmen from rushing mountain streams.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )