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Prompt:
The smell of Coffee beans permeate the air, the aroma swings through on lofty bouts of cool breezes billowing out of an air conditioning unit that is clicking in the far corner. I cupped a piece of warm ceramic and let the temperature in my hands shift and adjust to it. The gentle clink of cup on dish reverberated in my ears making a music of serenity that became more of a description of the atmosphere than a part of the atmosphere itself. In this moment this place is home to me, it is where I belong. In this moment I am not supposed to be anywhere else. In this moment my mind does not wander off, it doesn't worry, it seems to be finally set free from bustle. I breath deeply the aroma of many warm drinks being sipped around me, as it fills my lungs the calm soaks deeper. I join the choir of whispering slurps and begin sipping on my own. In the cup my hands feel the dancing hot liquid inside pour towards my mouth. My mouth braces for impact. The hot coffee bombards my careful lips and they only let a select few drops inside. As the bitter drink splashes on my tongue, I set my cup back onto the clattering dish and am quick to swallow. Despite this, coffee remains defiant of my attempt to guide it down my throat and stays waltzing with my taste buds. A moment or so, and the exciting performance is over. Chatter resonates, a bell rings signaling a new guest, orders and boiling water, the jazz band of noises carries on seamlessly in this safe haven. Alone, utterly, but experiencing this in a whole new light. It is the first time coming to my favorite spot since losing my sight. More than ever, it feels like home.
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