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A quiet poem that contains so much. That first line sets the scene perfectly, brings me home to my Dad's kitchen. The skinned teapot has a cosy starkness to it, sure why would anyone scrub those past cuppas/history off. I feel all of this.

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Yes. Those little bits left over in the mug, clinging to the edge 😅 i'm delighted this redonated with you! Thanks for the comment.

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This is lovely work, David. This line especially: "Quietly, as only family can do." It well captures the quiet familiarity only those of close friends or intimate family can achieve!

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Thanks Bethel for the comment and taking the time to read and enjoy!

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^_^

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Such a touching piece. I find this so relatable, and particularly enjoy this bit:

"Five souls in a room,

Counting the distance made,

Together or apart;

Weaved in the wind"

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