When I woke today I noticed, the smoke was rising fast, It smelled of caramel, of soil, of acid then it passed. The familiar grind, the low hum, of the work inside its shell, Was slow to start and wasn’t right, I thought “Oh, what the hell?” That’s when the panic happened. I realized......
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To My Former Barista, We had a good thing going. You would write my name on a large cup when you saw me in line at Luke’s and would punch in my order before I even asked. I would sometimes give you a wink and a challenge by requesting a scone too. Today it......
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