Warm legs

I walk as quietly down our flight of 18 creaky old stairs as I am able, into the kitchen and to the counter where I start everyday. It is Saturday, 6:30 a.m. I am waking up a little later than normal, but am ready to make coffee and get writing. Within moments, I hear...

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