Steam wafts upward in swirls of memories. The smell of
healing saturates the air. There is chaos, there is peace, there is a moment
without care of who or when or what happens. As the coffee brews, it drips
serenity and drops life, creating a space for joy to take root, for movement to
take place. With the deep and rich color comes a shining speck in time that is
the depth our the soul, revealing all that one longs for to be made whole. A
simple cup of coffee can be just a drug, but it means so much more to me.
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