My morning starts! I love my coffee press!
I fiddle around with poetry, writing my morning feelings down, my ginger cat, Morgan helps me!
I am the orange rock in the back row, I don't know where I am, or how I got here! lol!!!!Huge moons there wax and wane Again--again--again Every moment of the night-- Forever changing places-- And they put out the starlight With the breath from their pale faces. Edgar Allen Poe
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