Mundane Mondays
12/2021
They called it the coffee of necessity, brewed bitter for endurance as sidewalks murmured soft grievances, stepping through fallen leaves.
They called it the coffee of necessity, brewed bitter for endurance as sidewalks murmured soft grievances, stepping through fallen leaves.
The market opened, voices mingling like melodies off-key but harmonious in purpose. Lists forgotten, parsing coherence in disarray.
Rustling pages whisper tales: