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I’m sitting here in a Starbucks Reserve coffee shop, a place where one can watch people roast the very coffee one’ll drink. The ambience is pretty nice—the space being used in many ways—as are the hours.

It reminds me of a place I once stumbled upon in the Bronx. I’d actually been on my way to the Botanical gardens when I saw this cafe sign underneath some scaffolding. The words underneath were more than odd: “they say a still soul is entropic, but my daughter ran and danced thinking…

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