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Day 165 - Standing Against the Winds

"There are many ways for a nation to show their existence. Some prefer the loudness of a flag waving tall against the blue skies, while others let the proofs of their living be show enough.

It's interesting, what people do to let themselves be known~"

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Day 164 - AAAHH!!!

-Points in !!!-

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Day 163 - Affection from the Obscure

Who gets sick from boiled sausages?

For context, I have a best friend who cares so much for his dog. He loves her like she was his life partner. Someone so important to him.

He has a story of Alli the golden retriever puking up literal blood after eating up boiled sausages.

I grew up with it as a regular protein source. It was amongst my favourites. I enjoyed it with side dishes of mashed potatoes and boiled carrots, peas, and corn. Quaint, I know.

I never got sick from it, though I'm not sure if it's an immune system thing or just never having it prepared badly. I know; "How do you boil something badly??" It exists, trust me.

But it seems that these sausages were boiled and then kept in the fridge for a week or two. Who knows how long it was kept before then. Was it even safe?

Diarrhea is a pretty safe indicator of diseases foods. Whether it's the food or something else, having it within days of eating something questionable is a pretty good clue.

Blood, less so. Who bleeds from boiled sausages? It seems, though, that time stacks.

A week or two in the fridge. A day of boiling. A week or two in the fridge. A day of boiling again. You'd think cooking it twice would solve the issue.

But the point. It's here somewhere. Learning that your dog might be "sensitive to fat" when she bled after sausages? You'd think standard canned food would be lower in fat content.

That's why he's so precious and important; making fresh food with fresh ingredients to stop an animal in his life from potentially getting sick? He really is looking out for her.

Still...who gets sick from boiled sausages...?

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Day 162 - Self Control

I reach out my fingers, and retract them before anyone else can see them.

In my mind, a battle wages. One of innumerable combatants uncertain for who they fight for.

Where is the goal? What is being fought for? Do they want to hold themselves fast, keep strong to the values they're directed to worship?

I look longingly at my target, thoughts racing as to how to obtain it with little impropriety.

Is it wrong to bring myself satisfaction, even for a short time?

The many dead strewn about paint a picture of futility. What is fought for aside from peace of mind? The nameless graves, stacked upon each other, seem endless.

Do I still go for it? Do I hold myself back?

Is there a right choice?

...

I feel the warm touch of the drink slide down my throat as I assuage the soldiers of free will.

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Day 161 - Hurt Feelings

"Damian isn't the only one who makes mistakes."

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Day 160 - Stretching One's Back

"With those shoes, it looks like John's about to start a run.

...does John even do runs normally?"

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Day 159 - ...egg?

Your choice: John Egg-bert or Salvo the Slime with glasses

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Day 158 - Stretched

Sore back? Frazzled mind? A desire only to lay down and do nothing?

Yeah, sounds like tiredness alright.

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Day 157 - A Puddling Conundrum

"...I guess it's hard to tell that 'Puddling' is meant to be a pun on 'puzzling' and 'puddle', hey...?"

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Day 156 - "As Above, and so Below"

AKA "I have a love-hate relationship with trees, and here's the love"

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Day 155 - Cat-like Curiosity

"By Jehovah's Witness! What, in God's name, is that??"

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Day 154 - Overload

You ever have those moments when you just want to hear nothing? As if even the whisper of the wind is too much to listen to?

Waking up tired leaves the body focused on trying to just get by. Perhaps listening to the occasional word isn't too bad.

Having unpredicted obstacles get in the way of regular errands strains the mind to figure out either how to fix it or just how to deal with the waiting to find out what'll happen.

Finding drinks and crumbs all over yourself not because anyone else was being cruel to you but simply from your own sluggish movements.

Exerting your body at the workplace you've worked at for years, despite thinking things should've gotten easier at some point.

At some point, you just want to stop something so the rest of you can catch up.

At some point, you just need to stop something so the rest of you can take a breather.

It would be nice to just let the silence envelop in those moments. Let the rest of myself have a small reprieve.

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Day 153 - Peak Hidden Amongst the Trees

"...how'd that even get there??"

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Day 152 - A Lively Market Town

"There existed a city, situated in the middle of major roads, where the markets were bustling and the trade favoured the civilians as much as it did the merchants. Riches flowed and many sought to take advantage of its abundance of wealth. It's name...?

Roads."

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Day 151 - Ever-Smouldering Pyre

"It has been 3000 years since it last exploded and the people have enjoyed relative peace in this time...but it is said 'When the ever-smoldering pyre eclipses the sun again, the darkness shall return and descend upon the land once more.'"

"...sounds like it came right out of a child's tale, but if a volcano spewed out that much smoke, who knows what kind of damage it could do."

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Day 150 - God-damned Trees!

Making maps can be a tedious yet rewarding experience.

...but fuck drawing trees...

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Day 149 - Abodeshackled

Happy 4/13~