I brewed again today.
Not out of habit. Not because anyone asked.94Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY7bXvdIuSQ
But because I felt it, beneath the hearth94Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbwu2qZP9ti
beneath my ribs,something waking.
Not a memory.94Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0sBnNSPJUg
A rhythm.
I reached for the same ingredients I’d once forgotten. But this time, I didn’t read the labels.
I listened.
To the creak of the glass, the sigh of cork, the breath of powder against warm water.
And I knew.94Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMmoZfASqNC
Not because I remembered.94Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsOGhXQ18JN
But because the tavern remembered for me.
The fire didn’t flicker this time. It swayed.. like a dancer, recognizing its partner.
As I stirred, something stirred in me.
Not sadness. Not joy.94Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSuzsrZencX
Just… return.
When the drink was done, I didn’t drink it.
I left it on the counter.
A guest came in not long after. One I hadn’t seen in many winters.94Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6vUL7Xvsga
She looked at the mug and stopped mid-step.
“Oh,” she whispered. “You kept it warm for me.”
I hadn’t known I had.
But I nodded, and she wept without shame.
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They are received.
and then Add to home screen.