cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe in Paris. the sound of jazz music in the background and the buzz of people chatting. I’m alone, reading my book, sipping my coffee as the golden sun warms my skin.

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe

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cafeetjazz: the smell of coffee transports me to a vision of me sitting in a cafe in Paris. the sound of jazz music in the background and the buzz of people chatting. I’m alone, reading my book, sipping my coffee as the golden sun warms my skin.

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