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Once again, I've found myself in the middle of nowhere, far from civilization, but taking a little break in my search with a bit of tea. Perched on a rock edge and dressed in my best antique French tuxedo and bowler, I sip on tea while watching the falling water of a waterfall before me. The tails of my jacket drape on the rocks behind me and a vintage Samsonite suitcase acts as a small table to hold my teapot. The brisk winds whip down the chasm caused by eons of water slowly eroding away at the landscape and I huddle under my red parasol, resting on my shoulder, to hide from chill of the wind lapping at my face. The warmth of the tea sustains me (and the many layers of antique wool).
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