



Pale crumb glows soft.
Tang lifts the air.
A slow, gentle rise—
Flour sings pure, soul breathes.
Bread of light strength.
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White flour, fine and true. Water, quiet flow. Salt, a subtle touch. Sourdough starter, wild heart.
Wheat lingers here. Gluten shapes the soul. No seeds, just flour.
Break warm, taste lift. Crust cracks clean. Wrap in cloth, breathe—Toast to revive, if needed.
Born in old mills.
Fermented with care.
A recipe of white—
Fired in our spirit.
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