Jabberwocky for 2002 October 16 (entry 0)

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: Yesterday I broke a glass stopper I have had since I was a little girl. It was on the [already proven unstable] kitchen curio shelf, stopping the top of an antique asprin bottle I also found when I was a kid. I remember when and where I found the stopper; it was in the rubble that remained of a miner's cabin in Rico, the ghost town where I grew up in Colorado. I found an old ink bottle in the same rubble. This bottle is a square one; by the time I found it ink came in round bottles and had done so for I don't know how long. There was dried ink in the bottom of the bottle when I found it, but my mother ran it through the dishwasher. I don't even know if you can buy ink in bottles anymore.

My father had bottles of India ink in a dozen different colors on his drafting table at work. He used it when he drew his topographic maps.


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