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olifinch182thinker of tender thoughts
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went to a new coffee house today in a new city, soon to be home. observations circa 4pm as the sun came through the tapestries and tinted glass.

havana brown

by olifinch182

it was a rare instance where in which euphemisms weren't needed. it smelled of espresso, romance, and faintly of old books.

do you know what a faintly old book is? it's close to the sound of a passing city train perfectly harmonizing with a slow, tender song.

quite frankly, it makes about as much sense as anything worth thinking deeply about can.

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olifinch182thinker of tender thoughts
a year ago
when you left.

olifinch182thinker of tender thoughts
a year ago
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olifinch182thinker of tender thoughts
a year ago
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carlafischerBronze CommaAuthoress · System Programmer
a year agoReply
As a coffee queen, old-school pleasures as these are my kingdom where seldom smells reign from towers of old books to ground my soul. :) -- -- I absolutely love this piece!!

olifinch182thinker of tender thoughts
a year agoReply
@bernardtwindwil wish I could have seen that, or experienced it rather. I don't know what I would do without these around here haha, it keeps a floating soul grounded.

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a year agoReply
This was hauntingly beautiful. It brought to mind some of the coffee houses on Telegraph Avenue 50 years ago in Berkeley. I am glad to see a youngin' still appreciates the old-school pleasures. Outstanding piece of mleterature.