Bread Baked Fresh

This morning I had gone to the Bakery for some breakfast, since we had no bread left in our townhouse. The bakeries name is "Dun Artisan Bakery", and they sell fresh made good every morning. Although they are unique in that they only stay open until they sell out. When I went in around 8:30 in the morning, they were almost sold out so I tried a Morning Bun which is a combination croissant and cinnamon roll. It occured to me that this might be the last time I am going to this bakery for awhile since the other classroom is farther away from the town center. At the new classroom there is a McDonalds across the way that would be easier to go to than the Dun Artisan Bakery, however I would not be supporting local businesses that way and would feel bad about it. This reminds me of the poem we read for class today by William B Yeats titled The Coming of Wisdom which is
THOUGH leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the truth.
and I liked this quote for this experience because I realized how important small businesses were after COVID and how much I missed them. I will support smaller businesses whenever I can because it is also a better experience as a whole.

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