Sitting here during lunch at work is teaching me the valuable lesson of getting away from the desk (and co-workers) for that one hour a day. The hour of reprieve. The hour.
The oh so important hour.
The time that is mine to me.
Instead, I'm listening to my co-worker prattle on with her husband.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
