Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.

winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction

Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.

sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.

Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.

Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.

Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.

The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?

He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes

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haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.