This poetic name of an equally engaging coffee, Luna Negra, reminds me of the essence of ‘wandering’ the mind in the wee hours, and how an external stroll, with just the right touch of incidents, can blend into that internal wandering… which brings me in a circular fashion to something I just read about, another Milky Way which has for many years been blending into our own mostly familiar Milky Way. This has been going on unnoticed for many, many years…

The prose poem is the emphasis here, in its most poetic and imaginative forms…

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