Swaddled waddle
A young woman I see from time to time was at the next table. Usually she wears a skirt and sweater--don't know where she works. But this week--maybe the holiday--she was wearing jeans. Oh my. It made my eyes hurt.
What I hear and see and think about at the coffee shops I patronize.
Brisk. Fresh. Well-balanced. Occasional nutty and bittersweet overtones.
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