Full moon, and a
cat
patrols her
perimeter
down the quiet
street.
A slap of shoes on
sidewalk, and a
runner is
home, quickly
inside.
Full moon, high and
bright--
even the
streetlights cannot
outshine that blue
light.
Coffee is bitter fuel that brings a sweetness, lifting my spirits. Empty hanging file folders, holding only the hope of less clut...
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