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Tim admired the coffee beans as others admire a sports car. The hue of them captured him, you could see it in the way they held his eye for a moment. He was in some sweet photograph of time, utterly escaped into a pocket of joy, then he returned to our conversation fully present.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2019.
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The coffee beans would make Amaria giggle, she imagined them as having mouths that would chatter and sing songs. In her daydreams they were lips that longed to talk and be heard.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2019.
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In the hessian bag were the coffee beans he had been given in Columbia, from those sun adorned hills. They felt light in the palm, yet gave a heavy and strong aroma that transported us all to happy times.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2019.
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The dark brown richness of the coffee beans is the richness of the sun.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2019.
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The coffee beans were our luxury, a sign that times were good; for we could only plant them when everyone was well fed, when we had the growing space to spare.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2019.
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The coffee beans come to us, grown by such expert hands, true masters of the soil with the experience of generations.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2019.
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The coffee beans, with their divine brown hue ,give the room a wonderful aroma.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2019.
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The coffee beans were more hues of brown than it is practical to name, but so divine to see.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2019.