And I do not mean the chemicals that swirl through our bloodstreams and demand their spotlight. Nor do I mean the taste or the way some mornings it cleanses my body from a bad night of sleep. It is all in the ritual. Moko pot on stove full of freshly ground beans, milk frothing in the corner, and morning roast filling the air. It is more about the doing…
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