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Morning " rather chilly this morning, isn't it?", expecting no reply he turns from the frown on her face. The milk bottles clank before she reaches the step. Retrieving them she takes thiem inside drawing their contents into the brown pool in her cup, she sips rivers of wakefulness that stir dry bones, their movement signalling the brain to function, energy is here, time to rise and meet the days tasks after this cup of liquid bean. |
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