Tag Archives: Tea

Faces

There is a stranger at the bottom of my mug. He waits there for me every morning, to stare up at me with tea-stained eyes peering out from a liquid face. It emerges, slowly, with each sip. Cautiously at first, … Continue reading

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A Good Day

The box of Tazo Organic Chai conforms to my hand as would a favourite sword to the grasp of a wayward knight.  Before my mind is able to process it, muscle memory has taken over.  In place of making windmills … Continue reading

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