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She punches the soft dome,
knuckles flexed taut
against the pillowy surface,
each floury blow
breaking tension
within.
The dough
powdered, defeated,
feebly attempts to heal
itself, rising
only to be
patted and
stretched,
the velvety surface
folded
with a stern
and loving hand.

by Melissa Kro.

Heal

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