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Golden tea of the afternoon.
On the island, midday is the time when the air becomes thick as honey. At such hours I don’t drink coffee – I brew tea that smells like...
Лилия Денисенко
May 23, 20251 min read


Tangerine sun and tea on the roof
Morning on the island is not coffee. It is tangerines that I cut right on warm ceramics, and tea in which light is steeped. On a wicker...
Лилия Денисенко
May 23, 20251 min read
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