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The wetness of the town out there
As I sit at the window in the coffee shop
The soft clank of cups, the murmur of voices
Beads of water against the glass
The gentle jangle of a door opening
The smell of the brewing and wool coats
The unfurling of a newspaper, a power button pressed
I search for rest
In a cumbersome, frantic world
By
Aaron Echoes August
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