Accustomed

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Pulling on the tattered robe, stoking the morning fire, checking to see if more wood needed to be brought in, another day begins. She absentmindedly reached for the teakettle and plopped two bags of morning brew into matching mugs.

Turning around, walked into the washroom and scrubbed her wrinkled face, polishing it off with a glance in the mirror, brushed her teeth, combed her graying hair and stretched.

It was just another Sunday and church was three hours away. She filled the mugs with boiled water, and carried them to the bedroom. She sat the cups on his nightstand and snuggled in beside him. He turned toward her, a warm smile breaking into his roughhewn features. She breathed it in, accustomed to his welcomed response on the chilly October morning.

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