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Grandma's kitchen always smelled of cinnamon. After her funeral, I found an old receipt in her cookbook: two pounds flour, one pound sugar, cinnamon sticks, dated 1965. I baked her cookies, tears mixing with dough. The scent filled my apartment. For a moment, she whispered, just a pinch more, dear.
