Grinds ☕

Feel the warmth as it glides up one leg — reflected in the synaptic electrochemical charge sent to your brain.

Sulphur aroma. Best in Winter.

Sounds — echoed slap — the rustle of wind through leaves. 

Pulsating thumps dance grains of the white beach in the nights moonlight.

Land of natives, war never brought to cultured shores. 

Selfie 

World's apart as birds bring about the sun. 

The scent of fresh air brought in from a traveler, churns the stale air. 

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