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kitchen m skip to main | skip to sidebar kitchen m kitchen m - sometimes made in a kitchen Sunday, January 26, 2014 Two Ways for Having Coffee The east expanded westward. He sat there, head tilting towards low chevrons. So much in the distance that eyes cannot cover alone. Geese stayed in formation. He shivered and put his boots on and he looked up before putting on the other. There were rises everywhere. It was cold and still and already taking blue and he saw the ashes were still there. A palm hovered inverted. Still warm. Some darkened coals with one holding a slow ember. He bent low to not scatter the mound. He blew into it like a witchdoctor and the life stoked from within the hardly reckonable bark and branches. The mountains had formed from the gray, the other colors, other horizons. He watched it. He put on the kettle, the cast-iron. The hobbled horse nickered along the plentiful sagebrush. When it was warm he poured the boiling water into a flaked enamele...

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