In the outskirts of a town that overlooks the sea, I will build a cafe that reeks of cafè au lait and cafè noir.
The pastries will give out a scent so strong that it enchants a stranger in the solitary street.
Then when the last beams of golden sunset settle in between the old chairs and tables, the subtle mix of auburn hues will silently overwhelm the guests with its unspoken beauty.
They'll feel their souls being sucked into the deep depths of hazel brown coffee...
And the elegant voices of violin and cello will soothe tired limbs and lethargic spirits. Tender melodies of “Una Furtiva Lagrima” shall be its theme.
Its secluded location will befriend outcasts… as well as attract wandering musicians.
One day, I will...
I will build an autumn-born cafe.
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