Let Writer’s Cafe be open Let the coffee be written The ting-tang of the stirring spoon be the music we listen at this quiet hours ‘Till the first ray of the sun touches the pile of creased napkins soiled by laughter and unspoken words…..
“There was something quite beautiful about finding such a profound connection with an absolute stranger. In a city as densely populated as New York, the ratio of oddballs and jerks often seems to outnumber the sane ones. But tonight, I had found that rare gem.”
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