A few weeks back I was in my kitchen grinding some coffee beans to pre-set the coffee maker for the next morning. This act was seemingly so small and mundane, yet I stood in my kitchen with a few tears running down my face as the coffee beans danced. A part of me danced too.
In the fall and winter, a task as simple as grinding the coffee beans felt too …
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