Coffee, my hero

Morning hits. Water, heat, burr grinders explode. The earth fuses with the river, blending into magical brew. Patience and time argue, anticipation to fuel seconds. Blissful aromas. At least the grapefruit-spiced — and nutty brown — molten caresses the palette. Breathe. Bones. Flesh. The day awaits. Drink. Repeat.

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