Seven Things I Remember
Act I: The First MemoryI remember the smell of my grandmother's kitchen, which was always the same regardless of what she was cooking: flour and cinnamon and something faintly medicinal, like the herbs she kept hanging from the ceiling beams. I was four years old, and she was teaching me to roll dough with her hands, her fingers guiding mine through the rhythm that had been passed down through...
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