Winston H. A. Remmington III Send Message

As I imbibed this buttery tea bursting with flavorful sugar and memories of warm crisp delights, the mysteries and enigmas of the universe were elucidated for me. There was only light; pure, soft light, as silken as the belly of a fur seal and as healing as the perfumed fountains of Mesopotamian princes of old.

I weep as I drink, I weep for the lamb-like boy I once was, brimming with curiosity and armed with a brave stomach capable of consuming dozens of sugar cookie bites without end.