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The cafe is down the homely stylish street, that is filled with the smell of coffee.
It has one table outside by the road, with only two chairs.
Inside the cafe, there are couches, hanging lights, yet it remains dark and somber.
Bartenders and Baristas work quietly, and there are only two of them.
Their eyes are the color of the coffee they brew, and their smiles as sweet as deserts.
The windows are framed by dark wood, making the windows stand out
like barriers from the outside world.
The walls are a dark grey, and the wood is rich and brown.
The tables are settled inside squares of couches and cushions,
dark and cloudy colored.
Once you step inside
the smell of coffee wraps its arms around you,
like a mother welcoming home a son from work.
There are no speakers in this cafe.
In this cafe the quiet sounds of people working and making things fill the caffeine filled air.
The fan is soundless as it gives the whole room cool air that refreshed people as they sit.
Welcome to my cafe.
This place is where you can come and sit.
Drink here.
Sleep here.
Eat here.
Think here.
The only thing to remember is, this is my cafe.
Find your cafe.
Find your cafe where you can proudly say these are the rules.
Where you can say, if you do not follow these rules, leave.
That cafe is where you will be able to describe it all,
but at the same time won't be able to.
Where only you will be able to know what it really is.
The cafe you are looking for is somewhere only you know.
Like mine, you will be the only one to truly know all of it in its entirety.
And,
someday,
perhaps someone will wander into your cafe,
and stay.
