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Coffeehouse Reflection – Of the Cities

What a day to reflect on the outside view of redbrick buildings, autumn leaves—golden, crimson, beige—a few green holding, and the blur of speeding traffic along Como Ave in Southeast. His stomach tensed and sounded with the Americanos’ warmth, nearly … Continue reading

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