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March 10, 2004
because of fire...

“I am hot, so hot!” said the tea, as it was being poured into the little green cup.
And the cup embraced the tea and cooled it down, allowed it to rest, settle down, partially evaporate.
They both began to become lighter and lighter and lighter and lighter and…
“The amount of fire that was needed to turn me into a cup, would turn you into an invisible little cloud…”, said the very light cup…

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