Photo by A.C. Sweet
Even the old habit of stopping at the corner stand
Came to a halt. I’d started each day with that tea,
Lapping up its earthy energy. Then a bright chat
Imbued the procession of my day like the sun’s rays
Pull up the languid foliage. But no more, not again?
She took her brew and steeping bag and hid away –
Ever to be gone? Oh, my treasured commencing!
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Atrayu Sweet
Inspired by the beauty of the Pacific Northwest, and fueled by stories of all kinds since childhood, one of my favorite passions and goals is to connect and understand through the written word.
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