Stained and spotty

…and when my mind is cluttered and unable to organize thoughts…
I lean forward on the kitchen counter where the stove is. Stairing at the coffee maker…at my reflection… I think of schedules and apppointments and messages I have to tend to. It’s a bit of a wind storm…my brain.

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