Fragrant tea in a blue cafe in a red state

At a lull in business

your barista wipes her hands on her apron,

steps from behind the bar,

hugs a woman who just closed a laptop,

smiles gently,

kisses her forehead,

goes back behind the bar,

wipes the counter with a rag,

you take another sip of Jasmine tea,

and wonder how can that be a sin.

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