xyzz, i.e., everdeen tree wrote on Sep 18th 2009, 17:57:39 about
tea
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Harry cleared the table of the teapot and the single china cup. Only that one cup remained of the tea set his mother had painted with delicate violets.
He always carefully reached for that cup whenever he caught sight of the purple raincoat through the window. The tea was brewed in different teapots, but he always gave her that cup with the flowers that matched her eyes.