Dangerous Compassions

coffee rich

Gmorning.  I was up so late last night because A was here till after 1am.  Then at 5am Ming’s alarm went off and I couldn’t go back to sleep.  So I wrote a letter and here I am.  The sky is starting to light.

Ming cleaned out the freezer.  Goodbye to the old frozen bananas, ancient corn.  We are rich in coffee, we realize now.  Too bad I don’t drink coffee.  Well, not really.

We used to do Food Not Bombs every Sunday morning.  Then tons of drama happened and things changed.  But we still have a bucket of pinto beans as a sad souvenir. 

Well, it’s a holiday tomorrow and no mail.  My pile of outgoing is quite a stack and the weekend is young.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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