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He sits at his usual café table. Lank, sparse hair is plastered across his bald patch and his burly body is wrapped in a tattered, grey anorak. No-one gives him a second glance, yet inside lurks the soul of poet.
None of the pots hold their true colours any more, but it doesn’t matter. A multicoloured, magical carpet appears on the table. A work of art is built and dismantled, ready for another one next time.
I place the brown, ceramic dish of food I have cooked in the centre of the table. It sits, steaming and glistening. It contains all my hopes of a delicious meal which we will enjoy with our friends.