My friend helped me move into my new apartment last weekend
s born prematurely, and too much time in the oxygen tent rendered him blind. When he was 8 years old he crafted a vase. Heavy and lopsided, with the imprints from shells and corals which were pressed into it, the vase is a stunning piece, blue upon white. I admired this vase one day, long after her son was gone. Without hesitation, she gave it to me. I tried to refuse; this wasn't my vase to own. She would hear none of it, insisting I keep this family treasure. Linda died shortly thereafter, and has been gone for 10 years. She was a wonderful woman; I miss her terribly.
There is a bookcase in my living room which holds my spec