Harar Coffee #1

by John Downey

Fresh roasted coffee initially consumed us at the entrance but after ten minutes some wheezed and coughed from the heavy air.  A single ventilation duct outside, at the opposite side of the room, spewed thick white smoke from the roaster.  This girl collected warm, jet-black beans from the floor and filled burlap sacks for export.  I exposed this image for the smoke near the window to impart the heavy air and waited for the girl to balance the space between the left side of the frame and the roaster.

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