With the tea I am with my Grandmother once more, in her sunroom and watching the boats sail onward.
With the tea I was ever daydreaming of the secret garden, of how the flowers grew so wild and free.
The moment of the tea was a sweet serenity, a chance to let my soul fill with the song of the birds.
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