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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3685 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Her Only Staple M Notice the glint as she slips the knife from the sheath. When she sharpens the blade, the tone she covets most is the rasp of steel on stone. The onion conforms to her wish. Tiny cubes, ample chunks, perfect pearls, wedding rings, chrysanthemums -- she carves the lilies to suit the mood, never the guest, the dish or the food. When she settles beside his tombstone cutting bulbs, only she can be certain whether the onion explains her tears or forces them. |
