then onward… the voices continue to
meditate as she keeps time with the
flowing water, wandering down as time
somewhere ticks away, counting off the
minutes until 7am when the mopping is
done and the chairs come down.


she imagines coffee in the morning, on a
morning after a night, mittened hands in hands in
pockets of warmth, sharing blue world moments,
ensconced in everyday beginnings.



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