And here's the real coffee to go with the view, just like my dad made it, turkish, in a tiny cup, thick and foamy, and oh so strong..
And a friend to talk about Dostoyevsky and puke and everything in between..
Sunday, December 13, 2009
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If this was a view out my window, I'd spend my mornings on chanting and quiet contemplation..Now its just a grey-white merky blizzard through the blinds and a quicky getting me out of bed.
And here's the real coffee to go with the view, just like my dad made it, turkish, in a tiny cup, thick and foamy, and oh so strong..
And a friend to talk about Dostoyevsky and puke and everything in between..
And here's the real coffee to go with the view, just like my dad made it, turkish, in a tiny cup, thick and foamy, and oh so strong..
And a friend to talk about Dostoyevsky and puke and everything in between..
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Glowing. Nice
I think I've realized today. I need to take more pictures for you. ;)
I love that you have chosen to use so many of them. It makes me feel good about what little I have done with photography so far. Then again I might just have gotten lucky with subject matter? Who knows?
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