this tea, was made byso many hands,i cannot count them alleach leaf gently kissedeach finger and as i sip,each of theirnameless handsdissolves oneach of my tastebudswith a satisfying ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
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for writers, readers and performers
this tea, was made byso many hands,i cannot count them alleach leaf gently kissedeach finger and as i sip,each of theirnameless handsdissolves oneach of my tastebudswith a satisfying ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
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