The Tea Cup

A tea cup rested on the table right across from me as I gazed my eyes all around its composition. It was slender at the bottom, fuller at the top. It was all white with a blue sketching of a hummingbird which sat right at its rim, as if it were looking into the hallow cup. It had a softness and gentleness about it as it sat there on top of the saucer. Its handle reminded me of long slender fingers of a girl whose nails were always painted red. The tea cup seemed so lady-like and proper, it was a perfect companion to delicate caring hands that would handle it with care as it held a fragrant floral green tea for sipping and tasting.

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