In front of a local coffee house a line of chairs stretches down the sidewalk. Just as lost items gather at the high tide line along the beach so gather a mix of humanity to argue and discuss, pontificate and illuminate, telling tales of their youth - either true or just wishing they were so. Tonight the "beach" was mostly deserted, but tomorrow when the evening tide comes in, it will be littered with hopes and dreams and tales of lost opportunities once again. ~B
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