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ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things

The most simple: a small bitter swallow, a scratch at the throat, a burst of energy. Or maybe diluted with water to make it last longer, but still the same bitterness, the same energy. Sometimes with sweetness, more than a spoonful of sugar, froth and excess and flavor, laughter and guilty pleasures. Soaked in boiled water the grit of it sinks to the bottom, and later I read your future of sleepless nights. 

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