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Morning Rituals The warmth of the English breakfast tea drowses me, contentment is the cup emptied into my heart and soul ---sweetened with cream and sugar. Dreams, meditations flow, steep beneath half-open eyes time for the stimulants: words, phrases, caffeine to circulate, stir, help me rise up to morning life. The spoon clinks in my favorite stained, now empty ceramic mug. |
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