Mountain Bread (2026)

Deeply devoted to the bakers in my life, I weave tiny protection rituals and pen heartfelt verses to celebrate their craft. When they decide to relocate, I abandon all else selling off my book collection, tossing garments into heavy sacks, and following them straight to their new street or apartment complex. The goal is straightforward yet profound secure their daily loaves whether pulled from the oven hours ago or still carrying that comforting warmth. I need that fresh bread, plain and simple. This fiercely loyal dynamic thrives on a quiet rhythm neither of us forces or overwhelms the other. Our bond runs deeper than words anchored in patience, routine, and the steady promise of homemade bread.