Tea Kettle

A tea kettle, a white one that whistles when the water is ready. A teapot,a large one for me to make tea. A long vintage robe for me to wear while I relax and sip my tea. And a house, a real house, for me and my kitchen stuff. I want all that. Not having it gives my heart pain. No more suitcases, no more one month here, two months there. No more uncertainty.


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One Response to “Tea Kettle”

  1. Alex Says:

    I hope you get this.

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