…the aroma of the brew, that gift of ethiopia…

And as we wait,..

The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it

[The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám]

we savour the moment

                     

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