February 28, 2009
by isabella mori after four hours of sleep and 16 hours of work here comes pouring into the poet a cup of tea. tea! tea! tea! drug that whitewaterrafts into forgotten veins and drags with it, drawing deep from the bottomless swirls leftover bits and pieces of energy, scraping fragments of strength off the walls [...]
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February 28, 2009
While almost everyone else had a beer, I just automatically ordered my restaurant staple, Earl Grey tea. Imagine my pleasant surprise when my tea, from a teabag and unknown source, was so sharply flavourful! This wasn’t any tired old Earl Grey – it had zing and scent and flavour. Mmmm. Perfect on a rain-sleety evening [...]
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