I feel like I am in the middle of a chaotic dream. One minute I am arranging flower pots filled with porcupine quills (must-be-black-and-white-must-be-black-and-white-...) Then scooting around Chinese Shps (like 888) looking for sparklers (those Happy Birthday Spur things), but of course Chinese shops are closed on weekdays at 11am. Then darting into liquor stores, having complete strangers have me examine private family portraits and make a diagnosis, then into bridal/linen shops in search of safety pins. Meanwhile my phone is buzzing - the signals have probably caused at least 3 bees to die in mid air on the way to a withering autumn flower.
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