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If the ethereal blue of the glaciers could be captured in a glaze, that was the coffee cup.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2019.
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Within that cup os swirling golden glaze sat the swirling hues of the coffee, every shade of brown I adored, blending so perfectly.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2019.
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The coffee cup was small enough to fit in the palm of a child, holding that magic potent brew only the most hardy of the grown-ups could savour.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2019.
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The coffee cup glaze appeared as a rainbow set free from the bounds of physics, swirling and blending. That riot of colour somehow brought more beauty to the coffee within, the gregarious and the homely belonging together.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2019.
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The coffee cup rested upon the table; it was white, and so the playful splashes became an impromptu work of art.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2019.
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The coffee cup was a rustic brown clay, the sort of look that spoke of a relaxing soulfulness. It was heaven to touch. Paul always thought such humble beauty invited the thoughts to go deep and reach high all at once.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2019.
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The coffee cup sat upon the kitchen window ledge in pride of place, so plain and chipped and loved all the more for it.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2019.
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On these summer days the iced coffee is such a blessing; the cups and the coffee sit a while in the refrigerator and feel so divine to the hand.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2019.