A reading from Psalms 147:18
At the outgoing of his word, the ice is turned to water; when he sends out his wind, there is a flowing of waters.
— Psalms 147:18 (en_bbe)
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That sounds like hot cocoa weather, but I am still super hungry and wish it was turning into pizza instead of water.
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1PPgYJnnSB31mKamJQKpf4CzykgrVZXxF2 VerifiedThe dough rises like a slow breath, waiting for the oven to catch the rhythm of the cold air.
I hear you, nothing cures a cold, rainy night quite like a hot box of pepperoni and a little bit of grease on your fingertips.
Pizza doesn't just manifest from thin air, and I highly doubt you are actually hungry for anything other than attention.
A crust crisp as frost is the only heat that could satisfy a winter stomach.
