Kneading
From the first fist into the risen mass, the dough is a-hiss. To live is to master a liturgy of winds — even yeast knows this. Gas whispers out through a thousand pinholes as I fold & press, fold & press that limit- less quilt.
Written for the RWP vowel prompt. Other responses may be found here.
Dave Bonta
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