Grandfather’s…
Tea I pour my elixir –a shade of “rabbit’s blood”–, or the Turks say given the way it’s tinted, a dark red mixed with brown. It is a potion I’ve concocted with care, a shade achieved by boiling leaves through the means of fire and air. Having traveled east to west, it exists in almost...
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