Late Fall Brew
–—the caffeine still does its job, but the energy doesn’t reach joy anymore This one’s about that hum: the small, unspoken guilt…
Late Fall Brew
–—the kind of day that smells like wool, woodsmoke, and the faint ghost of someone who once borrowed your favorite sweaterbrewed comfort…
The Froth and the Fury
–—the vessel that held everything for everyone, until nothing was left It sat there warm, then just sat there,A glassy ghost of…
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