I watched her roll out the dough. Her hands were worn and gnarled with age but strong and gentle still. The cookies would soon fill her kitchen with the heady scent of sugar and flour, and love. Her secret ingredient remains a secret to this day. I think it was love.
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Seed of chia, an apple pale hand full of spinach hand full of kale add some honey it’s no trouble flip the switch and let the cauldron bubble by the pricking of my thumbs something wicked this way comes
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