holding you holding me
ode to my coffee cup
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This little cup has travelled everywhere with me since I turned it on the pottery wheel more than 10 years ago. It has held me, as I held it, during moments of awe and despair. I wrote this poem in November 2020 during the pandemic in Amsterdam when little things became big life saving things.
HOLDING YOU HOLDING ME ode to my coffee cup What’s it like…
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