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It came in the form of how her words now ceased to fall - unbidden and uncontrolled- from tipped-over tea  kettles to the bottom of mouthfuls of soon-to-be over-brimming cups.
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After the drinking deed was done- dirtily dyed with tannin, dizzily drunk off of theine-
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the cup would be held by the curved handle for the reading, keeping its round base close and warm to the palm.  
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There would be prophecies in the patterns formed by the scattered lexicon of boiled leaves. Insight that astounded really when found.  
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I know she couldn’t have had swirled them on her own.
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Not even if she’d tried.  
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Last I saw her she was doing just that- reaching for her far-sighted glasses, fiddling through her tight-knitted pockets - and I caught again the mutter she seems to have taken to of late:
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“There was a poem in here- I must have misplaced.”
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That her old chatter-verse is lost is no call for tears.  
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It would just fall on deaf ears.
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27 Nov 06


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everyone must read this.
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i had to skip over parts. this is boring. not really anything.
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Well. Talk about disparate comments.  I seriously doubt that everyone must read this, but I'm willing to venture that there is a little more here than "not really anything" too.  So I'd be happy to hear a little more from you both.  Reasons why perhaps?  But thanks for the feedback.  
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Oh and the formatting on this sucks.  I reposted an edit for it a while back.
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