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04.30.05, saturday night
This cutest of ladies gave me a tiny ceramic rabbit, on whose pink back I can rest my chopsticks. I like it, I like that, I like the idea of resting my chopsticks on the back of a diminutive beast shaped and kiln-baked for exactly that purpose. A place for everything (what, in a sense, it implies) and everything in its (tiny, deceptively useless, seemingly fragile) place.
***In hindsight, all rather girly things to share, oh how unusual in this wedded era, to be shared only for a night. Another night? It would have exhausted me. But oh how I miss hanging out with girls, even if we are rarely eye to eye or nose to nose.