I am in a sun-lit room
in the middle of the afternoon
with a cup and saucer of coffee.
And Cass croons his way through the airy room
I've got
a tablet full of notes in front of me
I can't hear a word of traffic
sweet tints of apple linger on my tongue
and the faintness of that headache slowly drifts away.
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