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The afternoon sun slanted through the dusty windowpanes, casting long, warm fingers of light across the worn floorboards where we knelt together. Her voice was a low, melodic hum, a private language of truction that bypassed my ears and vibrated directly in my chest. She guided my hands, her skin surprisingly cool agat the feverish heat of my own, pressing my fingertips into the yielding softness of the fresh dough. The scent of yeast and her faint, floral perfume mingled into an intoxicating cloud around us, a fragrance I would forever associate with patient guidance. Each movement she demonstrated was a study in graceful economy, the shift of her shoulder, the elegant curve of her wrist as she showed me the perfect kneading rhythm. I felt the subtle strength in her arms as she corrected my stance, her body a firm, reassuring presence agat my back, her breath a soft whisper near my temple. The simple, primal act of working the pliant mixture became a deeply sensual education, a transfer of knowledge that felt as ancient as it was intimate. A fine dusting of flour coated our forearms like a second skin, a tangible record of our shared, focused labor. In that quiet, golden hour, the world narrowed to the feel of her guidance, the smell of promise in the air, and the profound connection forged not through words, but through touch and shared creation.
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