Golden flames in a glass. neat no ice needed, you don't cool off a drink meant to warm your heart. I sometimes lie to myself - say I wont drink again. Yet, there's something familiar and welcoming about coming home to one self. That person, vulnerable and open. Barriers released. I suppose that's why I love hot yoga, hot coffee, the hot sun. Anything really that makes me forget I have a choice. sipping it slowly, savoring every swallow until it drowns me.
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