
My first fam-away gesture?
Breakfast, 11ish, at the Black Sheep Diner at the end of my street. And I read and sipped tea in a distant, just-waking-up way and ate my breakfast and savored the roast tomatoes that came with my eggs and sausage. And the zucchini jam. (!) And the buzz of rumpled scenesters. And the burbly music. And the cream and sugar in my tea. And the breeze through the open door.
And then, the half-block walk home, more tea, more burrowing. Contemplating the afternoon.
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