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  • "Anja-
    My Darling little mustard seed! Thanks for the button. I'm going home this weekend and shall not be seeing you for a few days. Please don't be sad and try to have fun. Here is a going away prezie.
    Your Dearly Beloved
    Rite"

    It was a disappointment to have her gone, the studio was lonely without her in it. But what a puzzle she had left for me: a bottle of green wine the size of a pickle, and pickled inside it was a plum. How and where had she acquired it? It sat on my desk for weeks. Sometimes I would shake it and watch the brown plum swim in the suspended fluid like an embryo.

    I tried it on our camping trip to one of Kansas's fake lakes. It was too sweet for me and when you weren't looking I poured it behind the rock we were sitting on. Plum and all.
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