{v.3} :: a mess

The Baker of Life

The baker gets up before the sun.

He makes a lot of different things: to the sweet he adds love and sunlight and laughter, to the breads he injects hard work and knowledge and old sayings like "no pain, no gain".

But to make the little red marzipan rose that crowns his masterpiece, he tears out his heart. Every day, just before noon, he plucks the heart from his own chest and fashions it into the most beautiful thing he can imagine.

Then he goes home to sleep, leaving the running of the shop to his assistants.

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