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This was quietly luminous. I found myself reading slower just to match the pace of the practice described. The idea of sourdough as both a ritual and a relationship—subject to rhythms, to neglect, to seasonal shifts in our own capacity—hit me right in the gut.

There’s something deeply comforting in the honesty here: not just about baking, but about attention—where it goes, where it gets stretched, and how sometimes, the most sacred thing is to choose ease without guilt.

Thank you for this. I’ll be thinking about microbial lineage and the texture of patience all day.

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