Starting to recover from the chamomile tea, my head is more serene now.
It's actually lovely morning. Two old ladies in colourful knitted hats resting their wrinkled, small hands on the coffee table are engaged in an earnest conversation. "Cinema Nostalgia" makes pedestrians' movement into smooth linearity. The golden hair of children are small hopeful voices reminding me to look at the timeline of my own.
Weary eyes will capture their anchor.
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