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The monsoon is in full swing and it has rained all night. But the rain stops as soon as the night guard flicks on the lights, as if the switch also controls the weather. “Hay cafe,” he says. His twelve-hour shift is almost over. If coffee is life, then Finca Ixobel is ready for a bright new morning. But for now, it’s still dark outside. The sunrise is an hour away, the earliest bird has yet to sing its first song. It seems like the world is asleep. But that’s not entirely true, Isabel and Paula are already kneading dough.
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