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// tea and what makes it so good 
// Story: Celestia's thoughts 
// by demonrecon 
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I embrace the tea pot in my magic lifting it and slowly pour it in my cup. I watch as the liquid begins to pour like a waterfall and the cup being the rocks in which it hits. I can hear the flow of running water,  as if I was standing right there I can feel the light breeze that comes from it. I can feel the calmness that it invokes in me, the subtle feel of its touch on my face. I feel welcome by it accepted by it and as I watch like so many other things in my life I see its end approaching it not knowing that it’s about to stop its flow till another is to come along and replace it. And just like that the once strong flow, it ends in a few drops.
Drop, drop, drop….
I see that last of the ripple strike my cup, and I see it settle down to a still motion. The steam starts to rise from the fresh poured cup of tea and I just stare at it. stare and stare as the steam starts to disappear, I bring it to my lips and take a sip the smooth liquid helps quench my thirst just a little bit. So I take another, then another and soon the tea that brought that little bit of happiness is no more. Yes, life is like a good cup of tea, best enjoyed warm and taken in sips. Before you know it, there are no more sips to be had.
I stare at the now empty cup and wonder should I ever share a cup of tea with anyone? After all, they could only ever really enjoy a sip before they too become like the cup in which they sip from.