She welcomed artists, writers, thinkers, observers, people who needed a warm cup of coffee or free wifi, people who just wanted to stop and stare.

It did not matter who you were, how old you were, where you came from or where you were going to, as long as you believed in the magic of possibilities.

After all, it’s not important if unicorns do exist, it’s important that you believe that they might exist.

Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales with photo by Fleur Treurniet via Unsplash

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