A place of refuge

Finding such solace in the refuge of a cafe,

The warmth of the wood and the brick structures.

Some tinkling of cutlery on glasses and cups,

Cheerful, comforting sounds of objects of nourishment.

As though it has been weeks since I rested my soul,

In a place designed to replenish the spirit.

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