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I have mentioned on this forum before that i am fond of Emilie Autumn, her music and writing have helped me navigate through times when i was feeling at my lowest.
Yesterday morning I grabbed my copy of her book Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls, and noticed a chapter in it about tea time, and how it becomes a refuge for her when she is in a dark and lonely place.
I knew no greater pleasure than pouring my drop of milk into a delicate china cup so thin as to be nearly transparent, then infusing the liquid with steaming amber and watching the two disparate elements blend into the dusky brown that soothed the lonely soul and calmed the shattered nerves following a particuarly trying lesson with the music master.