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Tea Joy
The daily dose of amiable liquid summons me for my attention.
I allow myself a cup at sunrise to awaken my senses.
Occasionally an after-dinner remedy for my indigestion.
A reprieve for my ancient sorrows.
The scent of peppermint calms my anxiety.
Suddenly I have a vision of my two left feet performing a salsa dance!
A period when my body and sanity are aligned, they scream their joy in anticipation of the customary pleasure.
As the nose inhales the herbal serenity, my wrinkles relax their lines.
The abdomen is heated and the parched throat is satisfied.
My hands keep pouring the water to revive the teabag, another of my mother’s money-saving schemes!
Whilst the probing mind halts its inquisitions, my spirit yells goodbye to another period of the friction we encountered.
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Sabrina Millicent
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