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Cathy's avatar

A lovely prose poem to freshly baked bread. I can smell and taste it.

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Kat's avatar

Loved reading this gorgeous peek into the Berkshires that I miss so much. Now I'm craving fresh bread and sambar from the Haymarket, and a hot chai to wash it down.

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