It is fragile,
The little bits of water that might spill.
Green froth and faint smell.
Gentle steam meets cold glass. 7 more words
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“We always seem to forget that everything is temporary. I mean, yeah okay, it crosses our minds once in a while and we might do something daring and out of our comfort zone but when that moment passes, it gets stored away in the back of our minds and we continue living our lives as if there are plenty of tomorrows waiting for us.