ALL BEAUTY in the world is either a memory of Paradise or a prophecy of the transfigured world.
~ Nicholas Berdyaev, The Divine and the Human
Friday, June 02, 2006
Tea
One cup. Two cups. Blue cups. Sweet cups. I drink Indian tea with some milk in the afternoons, as a new tradition. And I drink a big cup of tea in the morning – as my own old tradition.
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