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December 12, 2009
A change of plans allows me to visit the shop, although the owner is not there. I try to imagine myself in this space, and the first thing I see in my mind's eye is a new color of paint on the wall. There's not really room to gather a group, it is smaller than Diana's shop was. There is no back room, no storeroom, no possible private space. I hung out for ten minutes or so, but quickly realize I am not captured by this place. The first visit was not a fluke, there's no warm, homey vibe here.