Its morning and the gurgling percolation of coffee gives me hope that there is hope. The sun is peaking through the cracks of my window as if asking permission to wake me. As I look around and all seems quiet, I think of all the percolating coffees in the world and though my little white cup sits by itself, it knows it has mates out there.
H.A. 2/23/2010
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