Tag: the agent
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The Agent – II
Whenever coffee is imminent Byron is struck by nostalgia’s slow-moving truck. Something about beans falling inside a clear tube atop a coffee machine helps him dive in, make an Aquarius of his Venus in furtive Virgo. Brown, flaky beans packed close like a vial of diminutive worlds in the hex-stained hands of a mad alchemist.…
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