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Simplicity
Simplicity
Fischer
Simplicity
It
was
a
Saturday
morning,
and
rain
pattered
against
the
large
windows
that
looked
out
onto
the
busy
street.
The
young
man
sat
in
the
corner
of
the
coffee
house
where
the
two
windows
intersected
it
was
nearly
eleven
and
the
spacious,
bright
room
was
filled
with
people
chattering
away
while
ceramic
cups
and
small
silverware
clattered
creating
a
beautiful
symphony
of
commotion.
It
was
the
quiet
buzz,
that
perhaps
came
along
with
the
early
spring,
and
the
energetic
lull
of
the
coffee
house
that
made
the
young
man
feel
alive.
It
was
the
emerging
trees
and
bushes
as
they
showed
small
green
buds
at
the
tips
of
their
branches,
and
the
intersection
of
the
cold
and
warm
renewing
air
that
created
a
light
fog
that
drifted
on
the
breeze
outside.
It
was
one
of
the
servers,
a
beautiful
young
woman
with
dark
brown
hair,
who
brought
a
steaming
cup
of
hot
black
coffee
over
to
the
man.
He
thanked
her,
and
she
smiled
as
she
walked
away.
He
grabbed
the
cup
of
creamer
and
poured
some
into
the
steaming
black
abyss,
watching
the
clouds
of
white
swell
and
fill
the
dark
space,
turning
it
into
a
still,
opaque
sea.
How
beautiful
he
thought