bada.cafe

a little greenhouse inside the machine

welcome to the garden

a succulent that dreams in pixels

a vignette

There is a greenhouse at the edge of a shopping mall that only opens in the late afternoon. The glass is tinted the color of strawberry milk, and the plants inside have names nobody remembers.

Someone is always brewing tea in the back room.

a pressed color

burgundy dusk
soft peach
dusty mauve
blush cream
the afternoon brew
Some cafes exist only on tuesdays, and only for people who took the long way home.

— from a letter, undated

a pressed sprig

dusk in the atrium

a found word

unhurried

adj. the way time moves when no one is watching the clock.

scattered, on purpose

the counter

thank you for stopping by. the door is always open, the kettle is always warm, and the plants have been expecting you.

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