In our garden at home we have what we refer to as "The Teacup Graveyard" where all broken cups go to rest and be home to new life in the form of the plants that grow in and around them. There is a flat cicle of cement surrounding our herb garden in which bits of mugs and cups and saucers have been embedded like a mosaic of sorts, but it has been so overgrown with herbs that it is no longer visible. If it is ever seen again i will be sure to take a photo of it.
There is a memory or two behind every cup that makes it's way here and a simple viewing can bring back a whole world of recollections.
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