Waiting thanks benches against paths. Workfellow should meet here soon; the time for whine over wine is now. Patient thoughts wonder if history repeats. A pre-incarnation of this set-up thousands ago, rendezvous followed by discussion over a newfangled psykter and its fermented froth? Eyes grow. Smile curls. Palms lift. Friendship sighted, time has arrived for the next place. Mercurial and melancholy shall balance themselves out over carafes and conversation. ; )

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