Note for future me: I'm writing all of this in mid-November because I feel bad about not writing a thing during my VA trip.
A warm mug
The largest
You will ever see
Larger than
My pot
Of tea
And in it
Boiling water
Steaming hot
Frothing
White and brown
Honey and ginger
And then
A sip
Ouch
So hot
So warm
So spicy
So comforting
it goes down
my gullet
warming my body
my tummy
and my being
until
I am sweating
The sweater comes off
And I
Think to myself
I gotta warm me
And not the house
This is nice.
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