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She sat alone
Finger sandwiches and black americano,
She watched others in the little high-street bistro
Aloof and from a distance,
A sort of elsewhere, nowhere, socialising.
She checked her phone screen,
The picture of the young man
Still unchanged from the last time she checked
Just a few moments before,
There were no missed calls to return,
No texts to reply to,
She lingered for...
Wednesday 14th December 2022 10:33 am
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