A bit of coffee with milk in a nice little demitasse cup. What georgous light that comes streams through in mid morning onto my text books. I've always loved watching Poirot, the English detective. Drinking coffee from such a wee little cup makes me feel as if I could be his beloved secretary.
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Just found your blog by way of Pleasant Times. Your tea pot and cup look so pretty in their creaminess in the sunlight. Hope the morning was cherished as a gift just for you.
Christina
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