JFK, New York: Sunday 11th February 2018 The cup of coffee was a life-saver. Strong, black, Grande. Full of the flavors of Africa. There are very few friends I like enough to get me out of a warm bed at six a.m. on a New York winter's morning. But Francis, especially in his current state of mourning was one of those few friends. But without that steaming cup of Ethiopian black, I'd
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