Suggestions of Sambuca

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Coffee thick, black, and hot. How it warms the soul like ocean’s sun. Anise whifts first like breezes from the hills. Granddads, dads, sons sit drinking for memories to be made. Memories wept for time long lost. Joys wept for love ensconced. Bonded through time to ancient grands. Bonded with love for all sons’ loss. Mix the ancients inside the cup sweet and bitter divide to one. Cast away a tear and smile. Though gone do memories live in each sip relished. Savor the presence never far away.

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