A memory:
The waiter in the little seaside café brings me an espresso because my
rusty French doesn't seem up to ordering the café au lait I really
wanted.
Sometimes the world decides to show you new perspectives of
itself. The espresso, coupled with a tiny piece of dark chocolate, flows
into me like smooth, black honey.
Around me are sunwarmed cobblestones,
squabbling sparrows and a sweet breeze from the sea. I am free, I have
my best friend with me and I am on the beautiful coast of Normandy.
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