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there is something in the nature of tea that leads us into a world of quiet contemplation of life
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I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love
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{day 344} home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another,
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{day 309} I watched the early morning light pass over and through the windows of colored glass, leaving streaks of red and green and yellow on the stone floor.
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{day 288} everything changed the day she figured out there was exactly enough time for the important things in her life
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{day 260} there is something in the nature of tea that leads us into a world of quiet contemplation of life
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{day 220} memories are what warm you up from the inside. but they're also what tear you apart
