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It’s called “The Sourdough Whisperer.” A woman named Elise bakes in her garage, using wild yeast she cultivated from fig leaves. Her loaves are crusty, tangy, and speckled with sunflower seeds. She sells them on Sundays, leaving baskets on porches with a note: “Pay what you feel.” I paid $12. She returned it with $20 in cash and a jar of honey. “For your tea,” she wrote. “And thank you for listening when I talked about my late husband last week.” I hadn’t realized I’d listened. But she noticed. That’s the magic here: connection disguised as bread.

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