Integration I was four or five when I started sipping filter coffee at my grandparents’ kitchen table. Coffee became linked to safety, connection, conversation, a pleasant pause in the day. The comfort of a large cup in my hands has felt natural ever since. A daily ritual I take with me everywhere I go. A frothy cappuccino by a fountain, tall ice-lattes drunk barefoot on a beach, a tiny shot that packs the right punch after dinner, some homebrew in the garden, a warming cup on a snowy...
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