tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682738581019360100.post7085654728851460985..comments2024-03-16T10:33:57.915-04:00Comments on cafe selavy: Last Train cafe selavyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682738581019360100.post-69622522990660959052022-07-16T14:18:23.001-04:002022-07-16T14:18:23.001-04:00When I first glanced quickly. When it was fresh. ...When I first glanced quickly. When it was fresh. I only saw the outlines of geometric shapes - a painting. The jags and lines and shapes. <br /><br />It felt like some chaotic maleness. <br />All of them. Somehow. But there is a fading to it all. As well. A durability and a fade. <br /><br />Whoever you are, we’ll done. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com