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“Sunday. No one came. Baked two loaves. One for the raven, one for myself. The raven ate his. I am saving mine for a visitor. If you are reading this, you are the visitor. The bread is gone, but the oven is still warm if you know how to light it. - Baby John.”
I found a punchline to a very old, very quiet joke. Baby John wasn’t lost. He was waiting. And seventy years later, someone finally showed up for his bread.
But then I saw it.
I sat on a mossy stone and ate a stale granola bar. I felt the absurdity of the quest. I had walked a full day to find a pile of rocks.