but a wishbone can make a nice gift. Eleanore stopped by today and gave me a small bag of bones. I was making my bed and thought what a nice thing it might be to have a bed of wishbones. Then I thought about other things... rocks, feathers, keys, etc... This particular little bed is going to have my 24 divorce-document-pity-wallowing paintings sewn to it. It's my bed. I made it.
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