Breakfast with Bubber

This morning I am grateful for surprise, for a break in the monotony, being rescued from the repetition by a friend and a little dog named Tex. I am grateful for greasy-spoon food, and hot, “crappy”, black coffee, for being transported back to different times and places for a moment or two. I am grateful for having not-enough-time to think too much about something such that when it flows it’s pure and authentic and reveals something new.

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