I made four loaves on a turbulent June day.
Read The Hours by Michael Cunningham while the loaves proved and then baked.
Finished it in the afternoon, between half-naps and assorted dreamtimes.
Mrs Dalloway, Clarissa, arranges a party for her dying poet friend. 1990s
Mrs Brown, Laura, makes a birthday cake for her husband, with Bug, her three year-old son. 1940s
Virginia Woolf walks into the river with a large stone in her pocket. 1940s
1920s. Virginia Woolf wrote Mrs Dalloway. 'The Hours' was the working title.
Four loaves, four hours. Four nervous showers of rain.
Three lives. Three women. Three eras.
Two pairs. Love and loss. Madness and the ordinary.
One continuum.
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