You have this music knowledge that somehow has led you into what is pure and unadulterated southern gospel on a Sunday morning with Seasick Steve. When we dance to him we pace. And then that was turned into a lean so heavy my shoulders went up and back. Yes, I love how you move me with music.
As you know, anonymous, I am grateful for you.
Good morning, love. Coffee? Music?
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Grateful you let me come here with my thoughts and feelings. As I stand here scooping grinds into a fresh filter hoping the aches and pains keeping from sleep will be chased away as I sip the strong almost too hot drippings. Strong black coffee and thoughts of sharing a pot with you, my morning ritual. We wouldn't have to say a word until the second cup, then maybe we could scooch close enough to whisper, good morning.
https://youtu.be/KflCXmEX6BY
Fire barrel or recliner same effect with head phones or ear buds, almost narcotic.
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