Café Terrace at Night AnneMarie McMahon
One somber night, with darkened skies, a small round table, sits quietly by. This small round table, in the middle of the floor, surrounded by people yet still alone. This small round table, cries out in despair, “What’s wrong with me? Someone sit down!” This small round table, despite all the cries, ignored by all people continues to sit by. It sits quietly by, under the darkened sky, and watches people go by and by and by.
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