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I finally managed to procure a small tin of my favourite tea.
drinking tea is a ritual for me. a perfect time for reflection and meditative thoughts.
my hands absorbing the heat from the porcelain receptacle, my sensitive nose inhaling the aroma that tells of its complex and variedness, the burst of flavour from the first sip and the final lingering taste when all of it is gone.
i like to remain quiet, my movements simple and elegant and efficient when making my tea. i smile when i sip my tea.
sometimes, i chatter happily to myself while consuming my tea, finding my thoughts easier to sort through.
i have to be calm and pleasant when drinking my tea though. being negative brings a bad taste although sometimes my tea calms me and soothes me.
i like tea.
drinking tea is a ritual for me. a perfect time for reflection and meditative thoughts.
my hands absorbing the heat from the porcelain receptacle, my sensitive nose inhaling the aroma that tells of its complex and variedness, the burst of flavour from the first sip and the final lingering taste when all of it is gone.
i like to remain quiet, my movements simple and elegant and efficient when making my tea. i smile when i sip my tea.
sometimes, i chatter happily to myself while consuming my tea, finding my thoughts easier to sort through.
i have to be calm and pleasant when drinking my tea though. being negative brings a bad taste although sometimes my tea calms me and soothes me.
i like tea.
