I always believed that coffee shops are so beautiful. Everything is so quite. There's a middle aged woman reading the news. She seems tough but there's something in her eyes, something nice. The guy asks me what coffee I want. I just sit and I feel like we are three people so different but all of us share a silence that is so necessary.
I want to hug them and to tell them that it's always sad to leave people you can share silence with.
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