Last night after writing to a friend I wondered why I didn’t simply open the bottle, let the gypsy out to dance her wild gypsy dance, and then empty all the tears bottles and wash all their sadness away. So here is La Duquesa thinkng about throwing those ancient tears down the sink and washing out the bottles.
But something is holding her back and she is not sure if is a good holding back or a bad holding back.
The tears have been there a long time, they have become part of memory and part of history. The old bottles are now so beautiful and the dried salt crystals make them more so. What was pain are now sparkling cubes that catch the light and cover the darkness. It seems a shame to wash all that away down an ugly medicinal sink.
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