the last sip
sitting with that last sip,just a moment longer. the emptiness in the cup,means the start of day. duties await, life,one among many,speck in the universe,running doesn’t stop. through all the emotions,duty,…[...]
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the first sip
that first sip is for me.not just a morning ritual,the anxiety to capturethe need for perfection,content seems crucial. not just to wake me,endless snippets of life,up I swipe on every…[...]
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