We broke a platter today. The one with a neighborhood of colorful houses crowded upon it, a wedding gift from Beth Ogden who I always considered so classy. How many times have you been shattered this way, precariously placed too near an edge, knocked from foundation, scattered near the sink, little pieces of you mingling with wet food in the drain? How many times have you put back together, rearranged, reassembled your own little houses, reconstructing a neighborhood arranging new dwellings, moved safe from the landslides, with a comfortable cottage built just for you?
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She wasn't where she had been. She wasn't where she was going…but she was on her way.
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