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a baked symphony upon the five
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it's a warm aroma of comfort and home, lost days of childhood, that allured me.
nothing remarkable to look at, brown lumps upon the cooling rack that are
still warm in my hand. the underside soft, the crust firmer, the inside no doubt the squishy texture i remember.
my eyes closed i give a gentle squeeze, hearing the crust tense and crackle.
a slice prepared, butter spread and melted upon it, i'm greeted by a miracle of salt, twinged with the slightest sweetness.
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alan pierce
Recently I published my first novel, The Burning Ones, a sword-and-sorcery-and-cyborg adventure balancing the youthful angst of a coming-of-age story with the realities of a world plagued by war.
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Comments (10)
Congratulations on your Top Story!
well writen
Lovely. I could almost smell the wonderful bread baking! Congratulations on the Top Story, too.
As a homemade bread maker, you touched on the process wonderfully. Now I have teh urge to make some. Congratulations
Beautiful poem, perfect for a cool fall morning. Congrats on the Top Story!
Great job!
great
Imma big breadhead head I love how detailed this is
and off to bake some bread...
Spectacular!!!❤️❤️💕