The air presses like condensation trapped on the inside of a soup pot lid. It is an oppressive, heavy heat. A melting heat. The oscillating fan provides little relief. No clouds visible outside my office window. The sky holds the fire of an opal. In this room pencils scratch rapidly like quills across rice paper, thoughts like heavy cream spilling, catching fire.
prompt:
Martha Stewart Living paint samples salt glaze, opal, spring melt, rice paper, heavy cream, bay leaf
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