I encourage you to read Robert Okaji’s poem Bread. The poem is a beautiful description of love and bread making.
Bread That year we learned the true language of fear. I baked boule and you haunted medical sites. You said to arrive I must first depart or be willing to suffer self-awareness. Let’s not mention o…
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