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The clerk behind the coffee counter, she stares out the window onto the sunny street, lost in thought. Her half smile on that young face is an art exhibit of a daydream about a possible future. An old woman at a nearby table, she stares out the same window. Her eyes glossed over, they indicate she's remembering the good moments long past. The coffee shop daydreamers have much in common. -Ron Gavalik
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
Daydreamers
The clerk behind the coffee counter, she stares out the window onto the sunny street, lost in thought. Her half smile on that young face is an art exhibit of a daydream about a possible future. An old woman at a nearby table, she stares out the same window. Her eyes glossed over, they indicate she's remembering the good moments long past. The coffee shop daydreamers have much in common. -Ron Gavalik
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Aug 5, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
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