Antidote

antidote

antidote

Ah! Lady Grey tea,
fragrant, red-gold, freshly made –
a French glass teacup.

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On the table, soldiers of wholegrain toast spread with butter and marmalade. Antidote for a troubling dream – scrambled shards of memory, gasps of grief long ago abandoned.

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