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Jul 2015
Sipping on warm green tea reminds me of the sea

Foam at the bottom of the cup
the fizz of liquid, like salt,
that's been boiled up.

Stirring its depths with a sliver spoon
Who knew the sea could soothe
and be consumed?

Murky olive green
and brown slides down
without a sound
Margrett Gold
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