Breadcrumbs.

(for Allison Cohn, in her cubicle) As everything, work in progress: Breadcrumbs PDF Breadcrumbs. by Sidney Vollmer. It were the crusts of the bread that were the first telltale something was wrong in the village. Though the baker had used the same flour, the same salt, the same butter for decades, the loafs were singed. Blackened. The baker had not seen that happen since he was a little kid and his mother let him bake his first raspberry... Read More