You can share it in the Sahara.
Or on an Englishman’s patio.
A waft of steeped leaves
Makes a nose twitch in anticipation.
A gentle douse of sugar
For those with a sweeter tooth.
A dollop of milk for others
Who grew up with different traditions.
Any which way
It allows a conversation to brew
And nothing is purer than that.
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