Lately, I’ve been missing the bakery. Not in a “let’s reopen tomorrow” kind of way. Not in a regret-filled, spiral-down-the-rabbit-hole way. Just in a quiet, nostalgic, flour-dusted kind of way. I miss the creating. I miss walking into a kitchen before sunrise and knowing that by noon, there would be something beautiful sitting in a …

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