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All weekly Featured of DecemberANIMALS
Heart of Darkness by onez82Bird in autumn... by Seb-Photos
Hover by FreyaPhotosXylocopa violacea by ohlopkov
Sandhill Sensation by TerribleTerMotacilla cinerea #2 by ohlopkov
Darwinius Massilae by EsthervanHulsenOld horse by HendrikHermans
Arctic Spring by dimwolfVibrant by Morgan-Lou
Leopard, KA II by GW-PhotographyElegance by dimwolfMurphy by Earleywine
Lion, Salzburg III by GW-PhotographyElephant Stampede by deskridge
Giant Swallowtail Butterfly by Andres-Cadena
Sumac is mine by MichelLalonde
LANDSCAPES, FLOWERS, PLANTS AND TREES
Emergence by John-Peter
Frost- the claw by gigi50Winter fog by ohlopkov
Solitude by MichelLalondeMexico - Waterfall of the Gods by lux69aeterna
Winter's Light by FreyaPhotosWashed Upon Shore by NovaHeroi
Rocks and pebbles by aakritiarts
All weekly Featured of JanuaryANIMALS
Golden by Pixx-73 All Those Zebras In The Sky by dimwolf
Sweet cutie... by Seb-Photos You Spin Me Round by alexgphoto Motherly Love by SkiAr7sy
Hello, Kitty by alexgphoto Woof! by IllegalHamster
Chimpanzee by ronmonroe Chile - Patagonian Kitten by lux69aeterna Attentive Gaze by 5Happy5
Spirit of Winter by deskridge Little green Anole by gigi50
My cat by ChristinaMandy posing wolf by Yair-Leibovich
Winter by T-Solnechnaya swim by glowinthedarkpain
As One by ArdenEllenNixon Cardinal and Redpoll by MichelLalonde
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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