SXSW intro:
I was headed out-of-town and in the one coffee shop I stopped at, there was a gaggle of (people) discussing things. Sounded especially foreign, or, at least, non-local.
I looked at the guy making espresso, “SXSW crowds yet?”
“No, not yet, but there’s a hint, like, I haven’t seen, but there’s an aroma. More like a smell.”
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