KAITO TANAKA
Tea is served in small cups,
steaming, without handles. The
tea, the cups. We sit around
a small covered table, on the
floor sitting, are we. There
is not much to say - Kaito
spins a prayer wheel, some sort
of rotating contraption. It squeaks,
which I only find a bit annoying.
An entry-noise for these great
prayers, announced as they enter
some other realm? Tea sits. Steams.
I am, momentarily, fascinated, as I
see Kaito put butter into his tea.
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