the coffee shop overfilling and ringingwith mirth and memorable conversation,floating and finding ownership in thecrooks and crannies of the enclosed room.no longer smoke but steam.spent words between friends and strangers alike.the aloneness cuts through and slicesthe moments like a dark dagger cuttingthrough the thick fog offered up by thegrand imagination of nature.  the hunger forlife…

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