A faraway and forbidden bar is calling me from someday.
Scarred chairs and old glasses,
same minimal music every night,
a cornered indie establishment.
But if the eyes can pick and ears can swallow,
you can find conversations of barren roots,
true and from the heart of a mountain.
Mingling has always been in our bones,
we want to share our fears and solace,
we want a life across the table.
Long winter nights,
cold tips
and stories and stories of lonely ascending…
I need to stop there,
I need to stay there…
a lot.

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Photograph: Nateli Browne.