Wishing for Coffee Machine
July 20th, 2010
I love coffee at my local cafe. A rumbling of falling beans is heard as the girl pours Arabica beans into the chute of the ancient looking coffee machine on the counter top. It could be one of the best coffee makers around judging from the coffee produced. I especially love watching the steady stream of jet black liquid shooting out into the white porcelain cup. I pour in my milk, and admire the swirling colours of white and copper. The coffee machine must have been expensive. Perhaps I shall ask the guy behind the counter how much it costs when I work up enough courage to approach him. I would love to have a machine like that.
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