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The table held a simple loaf—brown, uneven, still warm. It was not made in haste. The hands that brought it there had touched flour before dawn, water measured by instinct, salt added with memory, not spoons. It had waited, still under a cloth, as the sun rose—rising too, slow and sure, because time is part of the giving.
