Sitting at the diner counter, sipping orange juice by myself, watching the world zip by and the crack in the wall growing with each new step - eventually, I'll overhear something that will inspire brilliance. See someone who needs a little more artistry in their life. Smell cinnamon strong enough to remind me of you. Or taste sweetness that lingers long enough I could have shared it (if you were here). Touch a cup of coffee so warm, I'll never chill again. Eventually.
-Sincerely,
Bluejay
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