"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" -Mary Oliver
Many bodies gathered in the small cramped building in the heat of summer. Some were there for coffee. Some wanted to hear what others had to say, and still, some were there to speak their minds in foreign riddles. With everyone there and no air conditioning, some passersby found they could only focus on the sweltering heat and the close proximity they were in with the next sticky body to their left and right. Some were so captivated by the words, that only in silence did they notice the uncomfortable heat. The words that flowed were magical and life changing.
The hot coffee shop was an antique itself, filled with mismatched chairs and tables. Covering the walls were paintings of all sorts. Inside the four walls stood the greatest art of all-words. It had neon signs announcing and welcoming the passing public. An old pay phone stood the solemn solider outside the main window. A shaded deck filled with metal chairs gave a full view of the small southern town of which the coffee shop existed. Across the street, a business building and a convenient parking lot. Beside the shop began a local college campus starting with art buildings and odd sculptures. Enveloping this interesting world was the direct product of the fiery ball cascading, pushing bright hot light into the lives of all.
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