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I scooped the thick, pale froth on to my cup of coffee. I watched it as it slowly re-associated with the browned, hot water beneath it. Lines formed across it, like a perfect slab of marble that you can only see in famous works of art. The coffee, browned like a fresh bar of chocolate melted into a pot, steamed. Every minute molecule was dancing in excitement, whirling around the cup as I put my spoon in to stir it. The whirlpool swirled the lines into its depths, bringing the whole liquid into a lighter disposition.
I took a sip and savored the cup that I had just made. It just needed two more cubes of sugar. That was it.