A black car idled by the café’s embrace, Its sheen caught the glow of a warm, wooly space. In shadows of night, laughter spilled wide, At Woolablanca’s heart, where secrets reside. With each sip of coffee, stories take flight, In the cozy retreat, wrapped in the night. A meeting of worlds, both sleek and serene, In the wool-strewn haven, a magical scene. Made with love and wools