staring down a blank page

I don’t wake up craving a cup of coffee. I wake up just fine with a splash of cold water on my face. It’s not the jolt I crave at all. It could be noted that I don’t drink decaf, but that’s more about...

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habit – coffee beans

On a day like today, I need to believe that this kind of light will come again. It has been grey and sombre, and my roll-with-it fell over and got stomped on.  Time for some faerie dust.

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