Waiting for the coffee

The water sloshing like a stormy sea in the coffee pitcher before being cascaded down into the machine maw. To be gurgled, churned, heated into near steamy molten water. The spurted into, onto & through the grounds of a bean from a place most have never seen before, or even thought of going to. There, a man with a donkey walks along a heillside surrounded above, below and around by verdant green bushes. His name was Juan Valdez. What was the name of his donkey?


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