A brief rest in Half-baked musings

  • Dec. 3, 2025, 11:18 p.m.
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Like a dense cloud sat waiting in motionless skies


Like a shaken bottle of soda pop that's trickled out the last of its pressure bubble fountain


Like a plastic bag that's danced its way into a sheltered corner

My duties have, for a short while, ceased

My adrenalin has died down

And I find myself quietly exhausted


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