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Hot air balloons, brightly float past, light intersects. Cafe, olive green, old rounded chairs, flimsy tables. On an antique maroon espresso machine, a wizened lady. Slight, bent, hair coloured light brown against grey. Wearing black, Greek mourning dress. Only shop open, muffins fresh. Coffee rich, delicate. An institution, may poets never be exiled. Days beginning, most important. Plato's forum.
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
Plato's forum
Hot air balloons, brightly float past, light intersects. Cafe, olive green, old rounded chairs, flimsy tables. On an antique maroon espresso machine, a wizened lady. Slight, bent, hair coloured light brown against grey. Wearing black, Greek mourning dress. Only shop open, muffins fresh. Coffee rich, delicate. An institution, may poets never be exiled. Days beginning, most important. Plato's forum.
My local cafe
andrew-taylor
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
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