Celtic Fog
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It was a cool autumn morning, the breezes were blowing through the myriad of color changing leaves as they fell slowly to the ground. My coffee cup, filled with an inviting and warm pumpkin spiced arabica blend, was having trouble staying filled. With the smell of change, blowing through the streets with a hungry and envigorated growl, my lust for vapor had begun to grow beyond my control. Sipping my coffee from my favorite mug, I lean forward and grab for my trusted personal vape device, my Groove II. The Kanger Giant, still freshly filled with Butter Pecan and Graham Cracker from Mount Baker Vapor, shines in the morning light that is peering through the branches of the massive oaks in which we have taken shelter under. Our home is enveloped in the smells of the fall, in the colors of seasonal warmth and the knowledge, the summer heat is finally behind us.
Tangent. Drops keyboard, I'm out.
Tangent. Drops keyboard, I'm out.