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Mar 2017
The pull of life as you shuffle to the coffee maker, while the dogs sniff your feet.  You pour the water and scoop the coffee.  Push the button, the light turns on and life begins.  The low burn of sound coming from the street outside. You are engaged in it, like it or not. If you spit in the fire of your soul and it still burns... you live my friend.
KA
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KA  USA
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