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  • I come to this coffee shop often, once or twice a week, but I feel as if every time I come there's something I've never seen before. The people are familiar, it seems, though maybe only one or two I've seen here before. Today there are families, at one table sits a father and his two daughters, at another a man and his grandson. The grandson is smiling as the man tells a story with sparkling eyes and a grin. The boy shares his drink with the man, the man laughs and sips from the cup. People are here for business. Behind where I sit at the center of the coffee shop there is a round table, around it sit three individuals, exchanging contact information, some sort of exchange. They sit equidistant around the table, forming a triangular conversation. At the front window sit an older man and a young man, at different tables both with their backs to the window, both concentrating. The older man has notebooks of writing, he looks at his watch for the time and flips through the pages. The younger man is listening to something over his headphones and types on a computer. My boyfriend is sitting across from me at this small table. He has his textbook and notebooks, paper, splayed about, he is absorbed in his work. His familiar face, looks to me now and again as I write. His presence makes me happy, and I smile. Some sort of Scandanavian traditional music is playing over the speakers now, and the noise blends with the creaking of the floors and the noise of the machinery in the kitchen, blends with the conversations drifting across the room, producing a sort of twisted symphony that can only be described as sounding like life. As I write this, people come-people leave. Everyone in this shop has had a uniquely different life which has led them here, to this common place. I find it amazing the differences in all these people and yet the similarities. I see some of myself in all of them. I come here with the people I care about, I come here alone, I am young, but will someday be old. My path of life is ever changing as is theirs. We are never alone.
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