Tag: cappuccino
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Fox
My fox was sipping on her usual cappuccino with one squirt of banana syrup. With her little mitten-like hand she swept her red hair back and it fell down the length of her torso. She saw me looking at her and smiled at me. “How’s it going?” I said. She yipped something in a language […]
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Cappuccino
You’re right. I’m over-analyzing. It’s just a cappuccino. But the experience of a cappuccino is never just a cappuccino. Actually, I’m watching the barista make it and imagining I’m her because there is a part of me that wants to feel what it might be like to pour down into myself until whatever expectation of […]
the real subject is always you 