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When I was little my mom would invite our neighbor over for tea- daily it seemed- or we would go there. While they talked, the neighbor's son and I would play.  I learned to love tea.  I associate the warmth of tea with cozy, intimate friendships, that distance cannot impede. When I was really little my mom gave me tea with milk and sugar.  Then honey. Now I drink tea like she does- almost room temperature plain. . . .

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