i wanna just eat some bread. warm bread, soft bread, a thick crust that crackles and crunches and gives away to an inside of butter and home. i wanna eat bread made with love, messy in execution but perfect enough to eat with joy, purely because it was made out of that which the earth has made, a cycle of growth and consumption that is safe and comfortable in the way only shared creation can be. i wanna just. eat some bread.
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