a simple place to write

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i found a new little sandwich shop yesterday. less than two miles from where i work, on the end of a brick office building. the shop itself is tiny, with only about seven little round tables. greek-owned, there's shredded beef and cheese, chicken souvlaki gyros and cheeseburger specials with fries and a coke.

but the thing that gets me? the black and white checkered floors. and the big metal vat of sweet tea. i could live on those two things alone. i feel promise in the fact that this will be a good place for me. a safe haven among corporate professionals grabbing a quick bite, and older women who found the place out of happenstance. i will tuck myself into the very last table. the one near the back, where the air is warm and privacy is ample. for now, i'll read my textbooks and make flash cards.

but one day, i'm quite certain this will be the place where i'll write. for myself. maybe for others. for you. and i'll nourish. body and spirit.