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December 7, 2019
This coffee is good. It's 8:12 a.m. and the sea is quiet. All he hears is his breathing. That instant when the bitter turns sweet, somewhere on the tongue, in the throat, or is it just an imagination? That's what keeps him sipping. That's what gets him out of bed. That split second of sweetness between the gulps of black liquid. "Ugh, that again," gagging noises from his neighbor every morning. "Why do you like coffee so much." Then they talk about what a nice morning it is, their plans for the day. He looks forward to these.