The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The bread was always the hardest part. Not the kneading, though my hands had forgotten the rhythm long before the dough learned its shape. It was the waiting. The yeast needed time, a warmth that felt suspiciously like breath, a stillness that pressed against my chest until I could not tell if I was holding the bowl or if the bowl was holding me. I lived in the house on the hill now. It was not...

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