There's something special about my cozy home tonight. Resting for health (remembering Sunday afternoons at my grandmother's house) helps me feel centered.
The night has a way of making me wonder if the bread I made today will be remembered tomorrow. I am tired but my hands still remember the feel of the dough.
The night is quiet and I think about how many smiles a simple cone can bring, even on the hardest days. I hope tomorrow brings enough customers to keep my little cart rolling.
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