SHE USED TO KISS HIM THROUGH THE CAR WINDOW, NOW SHE WALKS TO THE MARKET BY HERSELF
Every Thursday morning, I found myself in the same corner café, staring into a lukewarm cappuccino and an almost empty notebook. Since I’d left the hustle of Seattle for the quiet of a small Oregon coast town, this little ritual had become my moment of peace. Life here moved gently—salt in the air, fresh bread…
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