hot coffee at noon
drips slowly into mugged cream
for Saturday brunch
How does it work?
Very nice… I feel the gentle coffee steam
Very calm, very weekend! Sometimes it’s just coffee, quiet time, and being home. ✨
Sounds like an amazing way to spend a Saturday morning!
Looks like someone going to have a relaxing weekend
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Very nice… I feel the gentle coffee steam
Very calm, very weekend! Sometimes it’s just coffee, quiet time, and being home. ✨
Sounds like an amazing way to spend a Saturday morning!
Looks like someone going to have a relaxing weekend