We kneaded the dough together, your small hands and mine, fingers probing for elusive elasticity. You picked basil from the pot on the windowsill, rubbing the leaves, breathing in each pungent puff. We cried onions, tasted tangy tomato and snacked hungrily on chewy cheese as we chopped and sliced. At the pizza restaurant in the […]
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