We had a
good run, you and I. For years you stood
by me, offering warmth and energy when I rolled out of bed. There you would be keeping vigil on the
kitchen counter with the blender and toaster, ready at an instant to leap into
action, gurgling and brewing.
Sadly, as
the summer winds down and the leaves start to turn you too have reached the end
of existence. With barely a flutter of
your green light you sit silent and unmoving, the water left cold and the
grounds still dry.
Good-bye
my faithful friend, my little coffee maker.
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