What I Drink When I'm Drinking Coffee







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Dixie@dcrelief said…
Now there's a winner!
4 January 2015 at 21:32
Arlee Bird said…
That's a nice way to look at coffee. Maybe instead of gulping mine down while doing something else I should dwell on my cup of brew to let it inspire me.

Lee
Tossing It Out
5 January 2015 at 04:06
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5 January 2015 at 06:48
Lisa Southard said…
Raising a mug to you Dixie! :-)
5 January 2015 at 11:49
Lisa Southard said…
Gulping may be holding you back, Lee! Although we all have days where gulping is required :-)
5 January 2015 at 11:51
Lisa Southard said…
Thank you Nature Boy, all my own work- mainly powered by coffee :-)
5 January 2015 at 11:53
Geo. said…
Beautifully done. All forests should be informed by coffee.
7 January 2015 at 22:00
Lisa Southard said…
A coffee forest would have some entirely interesting growth. I like this plan :-)
7 January 2015 at 22:15
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