Breakfast RitualsA Poem by NevilleBreakfast Rituals After breakfast and without so much as even thinking He half turned and placed the very tenderest of kisses upon her right temple .. Then, they just stood there side by side .. Deep in contemplation for a moment .. Until something clicked and he resumed the rinsing and she began to dry the used fine china breakfast dishes .. Those reserved for Sunday mornings, such as these © 2021 Neville |
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Added on December 2, 2021 Last Updated on December 2, 2021 |

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