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The *** sat enthroned, serene while concealing the heated turmoil within. Matching cups laid in wait, straining against imposed patience, anticipating the flow of flavour, the afternoon pleasure enveloped around the familiar ritual of shared sweet-musk darjeeling, while lemon slices rested, reclining, indifferent but ready if needed. - I sat transfixed in Sunday best; awaiting my slice of black forrest, impervious to this most grown up delight.
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 7:38 AM UTC
Afternoon ritual
The *** sat enthroned, serene while concealing the heated turmoil within. Matching cups laid in wait, straining against imposed patience, anticipating the flow of flavour, the afternoon pleasure enveloped around the familiar ritual of shared sweet-musk darjeeling, while lemon slices rested, reclining, indifferent but ready if needed. - I sat transfixed in Sunday best; awaiting my slice of black forrest, impervious to this most grown up delight.
Memories of afternoon tea and childish impatience.
stevejeff
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 7:38 AM UTC
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