This kind of weather reminds of sipping tea in bed with a book.

Reading about hidden pathways

And witches and warlocks.

Sipping tea while the rain drizzles down

And I miss you

Because it’s the end of the year

And the holidays are especially hard

For someone grieving the loss of a family member.

But as I look at my tea I smile

Because you loved tea.

And I am drinking it for you

Because I hate tea.

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