I had a little holiday show at work and sold a few things. It was nice. But I think my favorite was the only guy who bought something. He's one of the sweet ones. Lots of times he's my Bengali tea boy, annoying and awkward and annoying. So I try to love him the best I can. I try to see myself in him. It's a practice, at this point, and I think it's a good one.
It's one of the pieces from a brass ashtray I found at the Goodwill. It's connected with a very old African trade bead and I find the energy from it especially grounding. I'm really glad he has it.
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