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Growing up I would spend every weekend from October to December at our family coffee farm, picking just the right coffee berries to be sent to the washing factory. But we saved the best berries for ourselves. I would carry bags of coffee for three miles from the farm to our home where we air dried and hulled the coffee for our family and neighbors. As a young girl, I didn’t yet know that coffee was my passion. I only knew how much hard work it was. I was even a little embarrassed carrying heavy bags of coffee past friends as they played, but it was then that the passion for coffee was becoming part of me.
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