I live a life that is considered weird to most people. I’m homeless. I live under this tree and store my belongings underneath this massive teacup that appeared one afternoon. I don’t have much but it keeps it from the rain. Most days I go into town and busk, but one day when I came back the teacup had decreased. Day after day the same thing happened until there was no teacup at all. I moved off the street into an apartment and I’m doing just fine. I think it was telling me a valuable lesson. What do you think?
Word Count - 100
Promt: A photo of a large teacup
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