kurenohikari
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After a childhood marked by quiet bruises and louder silences, Buck slowly learned that healing doesn't always come in the form of rescue-it can rise slowly, like dough left to rest. Baking started as an after-school accident and became the one thing that grounded him. Through the quiet rhythm of flour and sugar, of giving without needing a reason, Buck found comfort, purpose, and eventually-community. The kitchen became his safe place, and The Buckery, his bakery, became a space full of warmth, second chances, and cinnamon. Baking didn't just save him. It gave him something to love, and somewhere to stay.