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Jun 24. 2026
I spin through a bowl, yet never grow dizzy. I chase lumps away, pulling air into play. Held by a handle, my loops move fast, Blending what was separate until smooth at last.
Jun 24. 2026
I spin through a bowl, yet never grow dizzy. I chase lumps away, pulling air into play. Held by a handle, my loops move fast, Blending what was separate until smooth at last.