A Red Mug

A Red Mug

I ask him for a cup. He smiles as he hands me a mug. A red mug, at that! For a moment, for just a few seconds, I pause. I slow down.  I reflect. A cup, not a mug. I am given something other than what I ask for, what I expect, what I assume is right for me. In the...
Echoes of a Time Gone Past

Echoes of a Time Gone Past

I am haunted by reverberating echoes in my mind. The type of echoes that draw me inward. Echoes of past regrets and burdensome worries. I feel weighed down. I feel overly stressed. I realize that this is a familiar feeling. I’ve been here before. Different and yet the...

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