#teadiaries cocoa rouge

Before the Buck Moon, my mom sold my sister's favorite teacup without knowing. It was a pastoral scene, a Grecian in a pose in colors that I hardly remember. I've been trying to find a replacement cup to no avail and can only think that losing it was meant to be.

Since the Buck Moon, I've taken to drinking cold chocolate and almond milk from blue-black glasses, and yesterday, one broke in two.