The Third String.
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Tales from a Dagda Bard
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The Third String.
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Tales from a Dagda Bard
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1/1/2016 0 Comments 01 Baking BreadHis shoulder flexed as his arm came down and around, again and again, moving with a well practiced fluidity. Smoke filled the space and sweat adorned his brow as his muscles flexed to his task. A deep basso rumble was just audible above the squelch and slosh as his left arm withdrew the stirring spoon from the mix, and the right raised the jug to pour more water among the flour and egg mixture. As the left returned to its mixing the right regularly rotated the bowl.
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