The Sunday Whirl

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The trim on the shiny bowl started to lose its glimmer as I fell deeper into the trance. A sudden chain rattling woke me and I felt faint. The embers of a wild herb burning in the silver bowl calmed me. The moment of feeling free was gone and the reality of sorrow overwhelmed me again. The herbalist dipped more herbs on the embers and my mind was again saved from my daily lament. I was told not to choose this method of healing, but at least I have a few hours of peace.

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