November 2002

I wish to apologize to the

Asian Art Museum of San Francisco

for certain liberties I have taken with their physical reality.

“Why aren’t you coming to the ballet?” Pol asked.

“Bring it around the narrow end twice. Under again, . . . → Read More: Keepsakes: The World in Play: Chapter 7: part one

“That vase has a spell on it,” Pol said.

“Yes. Flowers stay fresh longer in it.”

“So does the teapot.”

“It keeps the tea the way I like it,” Ann said.

Pol nodded. “And the silver untarnished?”

“Just some aids for modern living,” Ann said.

“It’s gone. I can’t keep it for very long.”

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