CAFE
This is where the day begins. Where eyes open. Where minds awake. Where plans are composed in soft mental melodies that ride on the music of cups, sips, whispers, and papers.
This is where the day is made. Where frothy white foam hides the darker shade of life-giving liquid. Where fingers meet computers to compose reports, letters, and even songs. Where newspapers are folded and unfolded with delicate ease. Where books are worn down with the love of an adoring reader. Where meetings and decisions all anticipate, gather, and dream.
This is where the day ends. Where sleepy eyes beg for more life from the mugs. Where friends laugh and smile and talk for hours. Where lovers linger a bit longer, fighting their inevitable goodbye.
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