Well, I'm not a woman of words. Today I have already said so much. I wanted to say that among the stories and make bread is not much difference. Even the stories are mixed. Get a man, add a goddess, then put a little 'destiny. And 'the flour from the words. Shuffle, shuffle. Bath oil: the taste of surprise. Add salt: the taste of love. The changes are the yeast. Knead, knead. Wait: there is a bit 'of salt, fragrant herb. Add. Wait time of growth. Bake. Bites. That is to say that knowing how to do a story and know how to make bread is important. Both of us come hungry, both of them, if they are well made, we are filling. That's why, with your permission, we I am, among all these women, witches, heroines in the stories you write that you write. I, the baker. I wish I were speaking of bread, how good I am preparing it to cook. I wish someone would write it. If you write for bread, it becomes yours. If you write a story, it becomes yours. Although the plays. We need stories like bread.
B. Masini, Zenaide , by Mrs and Miss , Edizioni EL
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