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Sat, in a morning haze of sun through streaky windows. Cup of tea sat, empty and sad on the table in front of me. My thoughts sound muted, like hearing them from beneath bath water, tinny and far off. A mix of suspense, layered with confusion, hope and worry bound tight. A glance at the clock, prompts the putting on of shoes, ready for town with the boy. And so, on with the day. #poetry #MixedFeelings #morning