No date or place written here and nothing I can recognize there exept perhaps for the vase which might be a little Valauris vase that came to me from my sister recently and Gege before that. I could be wrong. What is wonderful here is this gathering of personal and familiar objects that are like a subjective self portrait. A small glimpse into the soul of a man I have only faint memories of alive, but countless of accounts of him all strange, comical and wonderful.
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