a dornish cup
vintage sky, brown and beige, the smell of baked flour, vanilla wafts over you and you long, — oh do you long for it.
blue and gold washes over earthen pink, cascading like sunlight on seaside shores, you thank charismatically crescent eyes.
and then you are walking on elegant browns and the taste of walnut feels like a new experience— like waters cracking under sandy gravel, mercury of dune.
you look to the cup and you see sand glittering like the stars of day, spoon of desert ice the core of earth, walnuts like the floating isles of edolas.
it's a summer's magic; earthen brown and golden sun, paper whites the sky—
walnut iced blend on coffee and tea || 1 : 2 : ?
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