Pinpricks and kind words,
infusions and diffusions,
flavor dusk's coming.
...
Trying to write something empirical, direct, and clear today. The sun has fallen behind a small building and the night's oncoming chill takes its place. Tea and friends and taste hang still in my mouth, my mind, my spirit. I am happy, but the cold and evening are taking my persistence from me.
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