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I love coffee.
I think about it - often;
I love the smell, the taste, the culture;
I love the colour and the crema;
I love the ceremony and the ritual; and
The reward it is after a morning run.
Did I tell you I dip my toast in it?
Delicious images by Jennifer Causey/photobird. Her breakfast images blow me away.
I think about it - often;
I love the smell, the taste, the culture;
I love the colour and the crema;
I love the ceremony and the ritual; and
The reward it is after a morning run.
Did I tell you I dip my toast in it?
Delicious images by Jennifer Causey/photobird. Her breakfast images blow me away.
1 comment:
I know how happy coffee makes you and I always associate you with a large one, clasping it securily in your hands on your way home from exercise in the streets of your new home, or in a cafe in Paris with a large bowl.
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