CoffeeManifesto (repeated from my home page)
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of sleep,
I hear the grinding: for coffee art with me.
Thy tamper and thy filter, they comfort me.
Thou preparest an espresso before me in the presence of mine lethargy;
Thou annointest my throat with crema; My cup runneth over.
Yeah, "whatever," you say. Here you will find out a little bit more about my coffee obsession, which is mostly hidden from the static pages on this site.
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