It was an otherwise ordinary Monday when Bernadette Cronin headed to the E5 Bakehouse in east London to buy her weekly loaf of sourdough bread.
Looking forward to her morning cuppa, accompanied by a thick slice of toast, Bernadette cut into the seemingly benign block only to reveal the shape of Australia staring back at her.
“I was shocked. I just bought a normal looking loaf. But after I sliced into it, there was my homeland staring right back at me.”
It is all there, from the gentle bulging contours of the Western Australian coastline, to the spiky tip of Cape York Peninsula and the rugged southern coast. All that is missing is a breakaway crust of Tasmania.
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LOOKS MORE LIKE CASPER THE GHOST
I only see Jesus.
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