Two ladies sit where stories flow,
At a small round table, soft and slow,
Outside a shop with faded grace,
Time etched deep on its weathered face.
Peeling paint and a doorway worn,
Whispers of decades gently torn.
In Collingwood, where styles collide—
The hip, the free, the cool reside.
They sip and laugh in morning’s hue,
Among the ghosts and something new.
Where hippie hearts and trendsetters meet,
Their voices mingle on the street.
A moment caught in urban bloom,
With rust and charm and café fume—
Two souls in talk, the world drifts by,
Beneath the patchwork of the sky.
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