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Just outside a small restaurant in Esbjerg, on the windward edge of Denmark, where the North Sea is never quite out of mind. Late morning has loosened into brunch, the air still carrying the cool salt of the coast, and the doorway behind exhales the warmth of the room in long unhurried breaths. Inside, Danish voices weave together — soft, rounded, swallowed at the ends — punctuated by laughter that arrives in small bright bursts and then folds back into the murmur. Cutlery taps against ceramic. A chair shifts. Someone arrives, and a greeting is exchanged in that particular Scandinavian way, warm but unfussy, the brush of jackets, a quick word, the door easing shut. The espresso machine hisses somewhere in the back, a brief mechanical sigh, and an order is called toward the kitchen in a voice already half-laughing at something else. A coffee cup finds its saucer with a small porcelain click, the kind of sound that belongs to mornings like this. Outside, the street keeps its Danish composure — a bicycle passing without ceremony, a gull turning a slow line through the air above the rooftops, a car murmuring past a block away. The wind off the harbor moves through, light and salted, and is gone.

A Doorway in Esbjerg, Denmark kyster

— quiet, please.

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