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Coffee
As an avowed coffee junkie, I have really enjoyed this thread. But I have found that the where of the consumption frequently was the thing that made a truly perfect cup. There was a fall morning in the High Sierras, coffee from a camp perc, done in the coals of a fire, bacon sizzling in the background. A cup in an anchorage in a Georgia backwater creek, watching one of God''s top 5 sunrises. A canteen cup of lukewarm C-ration powder coffe, great simply because I was still alive to drink it. I seem remember the simple joy of a cup always seems to be associated with great beauty. I would write more, but I need to go get a refill. Thanks to you all.
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