last night was the sort of dreary day when you want to be alone somehwere in a new place. sitting in a cafe with a laptop at hand. a chair facing the street, looking out at the people walking. in the rain perhaps. covered with newspapers overhead or umbrellas for the chiq. casual glances up towards them. casual sips of black coffee. soothing the heart. keeping the fingers moving. and the mind at a stand still to relish. no relish for the hot dog. it just weeps from the heat. causing the rain to fall to the ground.
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