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A breath of wind drifts through the window crack, tickling papers.
No more than a few scribbles beneath a pencil stub.
Half formed thoughts without end.

A Coffee mug beside with rim stained brown.
Few drops of liquid remain, cooled and calmed.
What was once strong and potent is now stale and old.

A few books scattered,
Bindings broken, pages bent and wrinkled.
The tick of the clock slows as the hours progress.

And I?
Lying in bed, I pretend not to care.

- Sarah K Tyler, 2007. Based off of earlier work from 2001.

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There is nothing new to report for the SKTyler network. Usually that means something else (research, gradschool, work, etc...) is going extreemly well. Try back later, these things tend to be cyclic.