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This morning I made refugee coffee. The kind you can make anywhere when you’ve got finely ground coffee, a mug and a way to boil water. Two heaping teaspoons, add boiling water, stir until it froths, then cover and let it sit. Add milk or honey (if available) before enjoying.
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