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Mar 2015
Sip.
Orange and spice swirl across your tongue and down your throat.
Swallow.
Your throat warms and you take a breath.
In.
Out.
Your hand curls around your drink,
you feel at peace for the first time in days.
Sip.
Swallow.
Breathe.
Peace.
The world seems to have come to a stop.
All you hear is the clack of keys on your computer,
and the tap of rain outside your window.
Sip.
Swallow.
Breathe.
Peace.
James Anthony Mounts
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James Anthony Mounts  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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