Is this a thread where you can reminisce about making sun tea in a gallon glass jar, then sitting out on the deck in the sun, takin' a toke or two and watching the tendrils of the steeping tea slowly and magically drift and spiral downwards in the jar 'til the bottom is reached before gently following the contours inside into an upward movement, making little seahorse tails of swirls at the bottom before colliding with other, similar tendrils in a spectacular orgy of intermingling teanemones seemingly seeking each other out for both individual consumption and complete, collective integration in a coup against the clear liquid of the Host H2O, while contemplating the metaphysical forces that orchestrate such a performance to the beautiful guitar licks of Lou Reed's Sweet Jane?
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