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I do love good tea in pickle jars, if it's fresh. Even if it's sweetened or iced or both. But I'd rather that guests not leave tea leaves untended for hours, until I need to see that they left them to pursue other things.
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turn colour in the sun
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i miss drinking sasafrass tea out of old mason jars in the country, playing with all the rotweiler puppies.
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he took me by the hand to bring me into what he'd made. three tables were arranged in a "u" shape, maybe to stand for the "you" every time he whispered "i love you" to me. or maybe it was a "c" to represent my name and how it floated on the air whenever his voice gave it flight. either way, stepping into the negative space was like being surrounded by his arms, there was an immediate sense of safety. mason jars were aligned in tidy rows across the surface. each jar was filled with water and each jar of water was imbued with a different transparent color. a vivid liquid spectrum of ecstasy and grief, surprise and trust, admiration and amazement. he had preserved every imaginable emotion with clarity and precision. he had kept all my remnant washes of watercolor, suspended discard thrown from brushes that he reformulated into an installation of love. look at the emerald and lemon light, he said with the sweep of his hand; peer through the glow of honey and jam. there’s so much to explore in you. in us. and i whet my fingertips with the blade of my bold tongue to make the lip of each mouth sing.
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