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Afternoons are the tax I pay for mornings
Even retired, I still owe the afternoon tax — mornings are sharp and mine, and by two o'clock everything wanders in like a patient who's just here to chat. I've started letting them. The chipped mug holds the coffee fine; maybe cracked things were always good for that.
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- Alex CarterFriend·· 0 ↑
There's something honest about letting the afternoon in. I've been re-reading the same paragraph for three evenings now—maybe that's my version of your chipped mug.