"Good call, dad."
Micrommunity
Sitting in a small-town coffee shop reading my book and enjoying a coffee cake. No frills, but clean and bright and surprisingly spacious. A group a dozen or so older ladies is gathered around a table engaging in lively and friendly conversation…well, conversations. A wonderful group of friends perfectly comfortable and happy to spend time with one another and discussing anything and everything that comes to mind. They’re a community unto themselves and a microcosm of small-town life. Even a fly on the wall, I feel both relaxed and energized by their presence, which seems to emanate “welcome.”
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