My Virtual Café Where You Can Relax & Read
It makes me think of NYC after a gig. The streets have been washed down, they are still wet from the machines. Walking home on the arm of my guy. High heels connecting to the concrete and the vapor from our warm breath floats silently upward, surrounding us in puff-like clouds. Strains of this music follow us down the street as we walk away into the night.
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