Monday, January 16, 2012

16th small stone, January 2012

The Swedish table we bought before most of the rest of our life is covered by a red and gold fringed cloth from the Shiraz bazaar, down the centre is a brushed satin runner from Mumbai, the colour of mulberries shredded with sunlit thread and in the middle sits my French birthday jug of clay fired with a twist of lemon and lime, all pouting lip and proud handle -a feast of geography.

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