Tea Time

A long time ago my grandma mailed me this little crocheted magnet sleeve type thing shaped like a teacup. It held an individually wrapped teabag and a little slip of paper that said, “I wish that we could sit down and have a cup of tea. But since we can’t, when you have this one, I hope you will think of me.” I don’t drink tea very often, but when I do, I can’t help but think of her every time.
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