Small Stone January 13, 2013

A break from tax paperwork. A brisk walk through the neighborhood down a street I never walk in near freezing temperatures listening to a favorite song. The rush of warmth into my legs the moment I walk into the front door. In minutes the electric kettle gives me hot tea, Irish breakfast, sweet and milky. 

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