Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Cafe Presse at the Palazzo, Las Vegas

The perfect afternoon . . . all alone in the coffee shop . . .
with a fine book and a Panama Bag and a cappuccino . . .

"As she read, at peace with the world and happy
as only a little girl could be with a fine book
and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house,
the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed."

from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
by Betty Smith

A Tree Grows in Vegas

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