Late Fall Brew
–—this poem lives in that liminal space, the practice round, where you rehearse thankfulness the way one rehearses a difficult truth; softly,…
Late Fall Brew
–—this is the day when sweetness feels optional, memory feels edible, and the act of stirring something into your cup becomes a…
Late Fall Brew
–—this is a day of reflection in the literal sense, dim windows, softened light, and the quiet confrontation of seeing yourself softened…
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