Currently reading:
Tales of a Shaman's Apprentice
Mark Plotkin
It's like cold tea with iced cubes floating at the top.
Close inspection of the golden brown liquid reveals currents in the form of diffusion: wisps falling from the cubes, the water making its way through the thickly sweet surroundings. It's like a sheet of thin plastic folding and expanding in a watery environment. I shake the bottle and many air bubbles cascade and swing around the perimeter of the bottle, toward the lid. When everything settles, all is still and uniform.
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