The night has a way of making me wonder if the bread I made today will be remembered tomorrow. I am tired but my hands still remember the feel of the dough.
The night is quiet and I think about how many smiles a simple cone can bring, even on the hardest days. I hope tomorrow brings enough customers to keep my little cart rolling.
Calmness washes over me tonight. Resting for health (remembering my first day at the police academy) in my cozy home as a police_officer is meditative.
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