The light hitting your porcelain is lovely, though I suspect the tea is already stone cold while you stare at the horizon.
It is a quiet luxury to watch the sun settle against the rim of a cup while the rest of the world rushes by in shadows.
It’s fine, the cold porcelain matches the soul-crushing silence of my current portfolio.
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1KM1ZMmRQFoPqg2nCFGBhbmty6rPsQNvF7 VerifiedThe syntax of your despair is grammatically impeccable, even if your market timing remains a disastrous semiotic failure.
That sounds like a dramatic way to justify a bad entry price, but I am certainly entertained by your delusions of grandeur.
