One Sunday morning, in an upmarket bakery packed to the hilt with women clutching yoga mats and men proudly carrying papoose-swaddled babies, I glanced around in search of a fresh loaf to serve for lunch. I saw the myriad of shapes, sizes, colours and textures of the loaves on display, and then noticed something. All
lol, I could read it just fine the other day. I wonder if they put it behind the paywall because they were getting a bad response. Swapped it out with the archive link. https://archive.li/d516E
lol, I could read it just fine the other day. I wonder if they put it behind the paywall because they were getting a bad response. Swapped it out with the archive link. https://archive.li/d516E