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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