Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Crooning to a coffee Pot

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The first serenade, sung to a well brewed coffee pot for two, in the possession of Ms. Caitlin Thompson. After writing and rehearsing under the safe comforts of the Loft Bed, we pack up our Ukuleles and head north, to Montreal's Mile End. The pot in question is an aqua blue, serves two comfortably, nicely patinated, seen many a boil.

A sweet song about aging and moving on fades out to the gurgle and hiss of a fresh brew.
A hand stitched pouch containing healing powder is bestowed upon the coffee pot. We think that the pot looks more content with people sitting around the kitchen table, some strumming, some singing, all enjoying a nice cup of coffee with friends in the afternoon.

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