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The loaf that finally rose
Tried a new sourdough recipe this morning—first one in months that didn't turn out like a hockey puck. The quiet of shaping it, waiting, watching it breathe in the oven—there's something in the ritual that settles the mind. Makes me think maybe grief and patience are cousins.
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