MoP, Day 14

the smell of coffee beans
wakes me up
makes me feel like writing

a cafe with green walls
and wooden chairs
regulars reading papers
we cannot hear the traffic
in our cocoon of chinking cutlery
and the hiss of an espresso machine

cinnamon, sugar and chai
cappuccino froth
and crumbly cake
all the tools a writer needs
to imagine something completely different

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