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Mornings. Mine always starts with a cup of tea. I poured the hot water into the ceramic cup and watched how the water seeped inside the tea bag changing from colorless to pirate black esprit-ing it just how the soul does to a body. Then I added as it turned pirate black to caramel, the ideal hue for me. My eyes drifted to the bowl of sugar cubes but I shook my head since sweetness was not for me.
