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September 20, 2006

Bijou

Joseph Young

We were young and poor on a late Sunday morning, down near the square. A man had set up a table with many tiny jars he'd made, arranged on a linen cloth. "Try this one," he said, and with his hand, drew a breaking wave in the air. I took it from him and, yes, through the cuts of the glass we saw a swimming fish and a flying bird and a naked woman splashing in the sea.
 
 

Posted by Rock Heals at September 20, 2006 07:00 AM