Sourdough Rye

Dark crumb hums deep.

Tang cuts the air.

A slow, earthy rise—

Flour meets time, soul stirs.

Bread of quiet strength.

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Rye flour, bold and dark. Water, steady flow. Salt, a grounded spark. Sourdough starter, wild life.

Wheat lingers here. Gluten binds the soul. Rye’s echo stays.

Slice warm, savor tang. Crust cracks bold. Wrap in cloth, breathe—Toast to revive, if still.

Born in Nordic fields.

Fermented by old hands.

A recipe of earth—

Warmed in our hearth.

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