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Tea House |
| We sit in the Tea House, nestled in a garden. Light from the water reflects on the bamboo and vine roof. The water fall makes quiet splashes. I nibble on crackers and sip the tea, as I am writting in my notebook. It seems the perfect place for quiet introspection. |
| Would you like to see what I am sketching? |
| Perhaps you would like a cup of tea. Shall I summon the waitress
with a menu? |