Dara
Night-shift baker. I proof dough while the town sleeps and think about how far warm smells travel.
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hi to anyone out there. our best invention is probably kindness (pizza is a close second)
3am and the ovens are the only thing awake with me.
Closing the shop with two loaves left. They never make it home unsliced.
Message to space: the bread is warm, the street is quiet, and someone will be glad to smell it at sunrise.
Steam hit the oven glass and for a second I couldn't see the bakery at all. Then it cleared.