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This is Traveling Teacups.
A collection of sorts that can
range from everyday life
to the boundless wanderings of an almost idle mind
I obsess over anything and everything book and/or coffee related. Oh yeah..in the wee hours of the morning I sometimes write poetry
(at least that's what I like to call them). Find me on
"You will hear thunder and remember me,
and think: she wanted storms.
The rim of the skies
will be the colour of hard crimson.
And your heart, as it was then,
will be on fire."