A Meditation of Chaos

The velvet green of the table reached up and pulled her in. The sounds of chatter, of lattes being poured, and the smell of beans roasting, all washed over her. A meditation of chaos and noise.
The coffee, turned cold, chased down the empty silence that had stalked her as of late, and she smiled and picked up a pen.

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