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Note: title is provisional. Give me a better one!
Lapsang's smoky tea Lapsang's souchong's pungent nip of nose wafts beyond the lip of cup and sits there waiting for my lust to overcome me. I approach, humbled by the steep of tea, the weep of leaves giving off a smoky fragrance only ancestors can love. I pour it quickly, drown my throat and past my nose. It coats my thirst. The cup is emptied, filled and emptied twice again, until my lust is quenched. Kåre Enga catalog number: [162.648] 29 desember 2005
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