_ Perhaps I'll try tea today.
_ Give the old bean a break, eh?
_ No. I want something to read.
_ Tea leaves?
_ Everything leaves.
_ I like to read the swirl of marinara upon a just-mopped plate.
_ Something brisk...
_ An ice cube down your shorts; chai in the moonlight whilst the moon-dogs howl; eleven fingers full of nothing; the breath blending day to night; the Sun bathing in the rain; a vulnerable child smiling; a funeral in the cold drizzle of a waning day.
_ Tea... it's like watching T.V. without the T.V.
_ Steam fogging; wisps laying low.
_ Perhaps I'll try tea today.
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... Thoughts collide; we bruise easily.
... Little birds walking; the baby smiles; worlds sans words. Can we love each other, or are we too far gone?
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