The Tea Ceremony: What Just Might Be Beginning

He wished he could fit its beak over his own rough mouth and not have the seagull betray his knowledge of what to do. The seagull had cried and so he had cried too. Its lips were red and pure— that could be deduced. But what else? What might just be beginning— a cry thatContinue reading “The Tea Ceremony: What Just Might Be Beginning”