The Golden Visit
The ceramic bowl sits on the desk. It is chipped. The glaze has worn thin near the rim, revealing the grey clay beneath. You look at it. It looks back. It is just a bowl. It is your mother’s bowl. She made it for you. She said it was for your tea. You have used it for coffee for ten years. The coffee stains are permanent now. They are part of the object. You are part of the object. The office...
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