Emily | F4F
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In the gentle steam of morning light, A cup of tea begins its flight. Whispers of leaves, steeped with grace, Awaken the soul, in quiet embrace. Golden hues in the fragrant mist, Each sip, a moment not to be missed. From ancient roots, through time it flows, In every brew, life's wisdom grows.
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