Recuperation journey: Sunrise means coffee time
I remember when I was little and I'd try a sip from my mother's coffee cup. I thought it was horrible! Never imagined I'd drink it when I grew up.
Amazing how things can grow on you.
(Took a slightly different view of the sky this morning that unfortunately includes those danged wires.)
I was the same way as first. It smelled so good when my mom would brew it and the day I tried it, it was disgusting. Who knew?! ;-)
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