In my fantasies and dreams, I appeared to see a line, and on the opposite side of that line were green fields, and exquisite blooms, and excellent white women, who extended their arms to me over the line, yet I couldn't contact them, no-show. I generally fell before I got to the line.
I have a fondness for the old Seattle coffeehouses, places like the Green Onion and the Copper Kettle, the great sort of espresso bar - little places that served breakfast, lunch and supper and have basically vanished.
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