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when all that's left is the bean and brazil is not here anymore and its barrel vault no longer glows above the bus-seats and the boothes, high above the jarrah's seven-metre span of bar, the bowls gold with the crema, and the san marco redux coffee machine, after its boiler's cold and the levers stand idle and upright, when all that's left is the imprint of a caffeinated generation on k'rd. and even the smoke's cleared and the talk's shifted to web 2.0 and whatever promises were made in private or in public there, after they've been kept or broken, after the music's lost its memory and its kick, when the edge has shifted with the talk and the talk's blunt and the edge no longer cuts, then, when all that's left is the bean, the bean lives on,
here.