The coal glowed red as I stared into the tunnel of flames dancing in front of me. I wasn’t contemplating life & death but impatiently waiting for my loaf of organic, wood-oven bread! The smell lingered despite the strong breeze, teasing my already smitten senses with wafts of freshly baked goodness. I cut a slice of steaming-hot bread, smothered it with slabs of fresh mozzarella, and let the dark sapphire olive oil dribble down my chin.
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