coffeetography.: Aube Jolicoeur, Manhattan, New York.

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The street is its own kind of poetry and a photographers click is the verse.

Aube’s journey is a reminder that the bruises that make up our story are but a soft bottom for infinite growth if we choose it.

Upon catching her on the streets of New York, she answered how she liked her coffee, “black.”

I’m with it.

 

 

 

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