A blurry image of a wide empty early morning sidewalk outside a 24-hour donut shop.

What brings me back to the scene of somebody else’s crime? Maybe it’s the memory of how things first tasted 6 months ago. Maybe it’s their flavor on my tongue now that things are about to change again. The hitch in my work week and the grace that comes with practicing gratitude don’t hurt either.

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