Category: café mornings
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A poem: Moonshine
She went to bed that nightWith the moonlight kissing her softlyWishing for her mind to feel a little lighter in the morningDreaming for her soul to be freer by sunrise She fell asleep that nightWith sparkles of insight looming at the surfaceHoping to remember the following dayWhat it felt like to surrender She lets the…
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a letter to the year 2020
I was everywhere. I was. I was at that place where you were afraid. Fear suddenly had a name. I was in that place where worry and doubt were battling. I visited the place where relief is born. I also came across a place where I felt hope. And saw light. It was like in…
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soothing cacao & spices elixir
The air is getting crisp, leaves are starting to turn yellow, red, orange and brown. In the mornings and evenings, we wrap ourselves in cozy oversized cardigans. We take in the last warming hours of midday sunshine. We relish our last chances of the year to walk barefoot on the grass. We crave for more…
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a poem: feel me
Ya feel me?, they say Well, usually no one feels ya, my friend. Occasionally, they might feel ya. They might eventually get you. Get your state of mind. Your emotional state. But how often does that happen? How precious is it when they actually and instantly do. That one person that truthfully relates. That understands…
enchanting notions 