The Cynic & The Poet
The steam of my coffee is rising this morning with a sort of effervescence. The coffee marker is behind me keeping the next glass warm, filling the quiet morning with gentle reminders of the music all around me. At my feet, I hear the heavy breath of a dog tired from a morning of play—gentle reminders of life around me that is not a…
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