Reflections scatter from the belly of the mug--the disarray perplexing the would be tea-drinker.
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"Do not touch," warn the colours.
"Ow, I burned my tongue," cry the uninitiated.
Taken: 12/29/2010. The warmth and the light both poured from the poured cup. The shape of the reflections attracted me. Until that moment, the cup had been a pure introvert.
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