After the spicy, bitterness and sourness turns bland, tried ways to convince myself and tries other flavors of life. Discovered the richness of coffee that never fails to be the embodiment of different facets of life, the tastes of life and how life should be faced.
Yet after such a long while, the after taste of yesterday's favorite lingers around but gives a surprising sweetness and a mellow taste of freedom. Maybe the greatest taste is meant to be appreciate and remembered but never to have it stubbornly. And at least I found the purest of taste of my original pursue. The taste I believe will never fade . . . . . . .
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