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Oct 2019
I haven't been here in three years.
Nothing has changed.
Nothing has moved.
My coffee, the one I drank so many years ago.
Still there.
Still frozen in place.
As I walk over to dump it into my sink.
It's frozen.
It doesn't move an inch.
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   Jessica Calvert
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