Caribou

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With a Mocha Java medium roast, I wait for my 80 year old mother in law.

Tasting coffee and thinking about coffee.

My childhood in a coffee cup.

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11:45 P.M.

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The forcast is snow for April 13, 14 and 15.

Our loving and hugging fits the weather.

A year has gone by and closeness seems strange and alien.

Where are we destined, if we are not in tuned with the evolution for love?

Time transpires and in the waves of transformation, I can’t ride alone.

The components of living and loving harmonically are mising.

Our waves of love might end crushing our dreams.

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