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Submitted to Contest #135
It was a February day, some town in Portland- I’d lost track at some point after I’d left Montana. Coffee, people, faces, 10 fingers, 10 toes. Bradshaw’s coffee house filled at 12, and emptied at 2; I’d kept careful note, ordering usual and unusual customers in my head.I had no idea where I was, but every inexhaustible variety of some vaguely Mid-Western coffee house was irrevocably forged in my mind. The agreeableness, the palpable pleasantry, a testament, to the unparalleled motion of human nature. Minds and words alike, crushed and filter...
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