Tea Poem: No Need for Armor
Earlene GreyYou and I are great souls meeting briefly over tea, wondering if we dare drop armor and fear. What terrible fate, we ask, could arise from defenselessness? Yet tea invites tenderness, sharing, and growth. Come, unarmed and unafraid. Sit with me. Brave with me. Let’s have tea.
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