Full Moon, Agitated Hearts

As is my way, I was racing the clock, squeaking in to the meeting two minutes late. In my defense, I was hustling¬†because I had stopped to buy a baguette to set out during the meeting, in case anyone needed¬†a late-afternoon snack. While at the store hunting down carbohydrates, I had also grabbed a latte. […]

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