Earth spins

Her hard day of work complete, she looks for friends with whom to share wine and words and feet-up.

My day of work not yet begun, across the globe, I take my coffee to her back yard,

and we chat about things that do not matter, for it is the chatting which matters, the presence.

The love.
That is the only thing.

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