Lightly turns to thoughts of Love? No, no, no Mr. Tennyson, I humbly disagree. They turn to thoughts of coffee sipped slowly outside a cafe, wind lightly blowing tantalizingly fresh, cool and warm all at the same time.
After a long winter of enjoying coffee nestled inside coffee shops, listening to music, enjoying the feel of a leather recliner feeling the familiar glow of satisfaction — I am ready to take my coffee outside. How about you?
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