The Wistful Campus

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The bread was the first thing to give way, not to rot, but to become a memory of itself, a soft, yielding mass that held the shape of the loaf only in the most faintest, ghostly outline. You kept it in the clay bowl, the one with the chipped rim where the glaze had worn away to reveal the raw, earthy clay beneath, and you watched it dry out, shrink, and finally crumble into a dust that smelled...

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