Little bits for your morning

I miss the days when I was dumb enough to eat Cap’n Crunch


Speaking with her, she’d stare at me as if I were an unexpected commercial interruption during her favorite movie


Erik Satie’s Gnossienne 1 for Piano


I did not recognize my own shadow


The winter air smells starved, hungry
The summer air smells seasoned with honey


She is freshly broken

Published by Cassandra

Writer and visual artist. Avid reader, keen observer. Nature enthusiast!

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