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Today reminded me of what Hemingway once said of Buffalo. "Summer in Buffalo is as good and fine a thing as one can know. It is finding your favorite cafe half empty. Buffalo is a fresh faced girl at a white linen table reading your book." Something like that, or at least I think he would have said that if he were sitting with me in my favorite cafe on this beautiful day. I know he did advise one not to disclose a favorite cafe lest it be overrun. Thus the abstract daily.
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