Place: farrells cafe
Poison: capuccino
Favourite Things: the selection of mags
It’s been a long time since I have chilled in a cafe and written by myself.
It’s so easy to fill our days with the urgent, when the important lies dormant , patiently waiting.
What is the one place that inspires you?
What is needing attention in your life?
What is being forgotten in the midst of the seemingly urgent?
I love to sit and think, read (flick) through magazines, put my iPhone on silent and longingly gaze into the froth of my coffee.
I am the only one who has control over by diary, yet so often others fill it for me.
No more.
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