“The cheese melts softly in the bread, and when I crunch on the first bite, I taste love and the strong musky smell from my grandfather's hands that stuck to the crust as he made it…”
This lyrical meditation from Lyne Jradi examines how grief and love echo through the simple acts of making and eating bread… and how displacement and war can distort them.
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