I am Stephen. I live in Bristol, UK. I decided to shorten my profile...to this: Wildlife, haiku, travel, streetart, psychogeography and my family. Not necessarily in that order.
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9 thoughts on “Memories of a café”
What a sweet remembrance. Of course as much as I try, I can’t block the tea-room scene from Withnail & I from my mind.😉
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What a sweet remembrance. Of course as much as I try, I can’t block the tea-room scene from Withnail & I from my mind.😉
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One of the best films ever!
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Oh, it right at the top of my all-time favourites. It’s just so rich, in so many ways!
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How lovely. Memories linger in places like ghosts. Sometimes it is good to visit them.
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The exact location is vague, but the memory is strong. Fond memories.
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Sweet. I can imagine how your grandmother must have loved spending time with you and creating these memories you’ll have forever.
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I spoke with a cousin today who has similar café memories.
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That’s wonderful! Memories like those you and your cousin share make family ties stronger — that’s poetry right there.
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Lots and lots of family poetry. Food for thought.
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