The ninth cup...

That’s where you still say nothing — but are finally heard.

In Paris, some rooms don’t ask your name.

But they know exactly why you’re there.

Because some places don’t speak — they remember.

The warmth of porcelain.

The trace in the velvet seat.

The door that opens just slightly slower for you.

All of it recognizes you — but asks nothing in return.

And the tenth cup?

You never ask for it.

It arrives.

You didn’t come here to “find yourself.”

You came to remember what you already knew.

Wait.

The shift from nine to ten doesn’t come with tea.

It comes with time.

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