The brilliant piano plays in the background.
The coffee simmers.
The aroma saunters.
My mind is present, intently on the coffee, and the crazy jazz.
You had once asked me, "what does being lonely feel like?". Today I think I have some answers.
Thursday, November 10, 2022
4068 : Coffee and jazz
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the poet who lied
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