As the small bistro warms me I’m hit with the odour of pork fried in butter. The clamour of afternoon voices muffle a familiar rock and roll melody. I smile while ordering a BLT on a croissant with a large coffee. Alone at a table in the sun I read. The world around me fades. I’m free. 

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