it has nothing to do with tea
the leaves
the bush
the time of the picking
the storage
being kept in airtight packs
it's in the first sip
the warmth of the ceramic cup
as your fingers spread round it
the first taste
the space between sips
the silence of experience
the sense of disappointment
when there's no sip left
the acceptance that tea has gone
the gratitude for being alive
able to experience all this.
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