But even so she made another bottle, this time to collect her friend’s tears. It’s a bottle made of opaque coloured glass, looking breakable but in fact strong enough to hold the angry bitter tears of betrayal and disbelief. It is a bottle that will have to bear being filled and overflowing many times until at last the tears become sweet.
But she realised as she made the bottle that amongst all these many bottles she hadn’t seen a bottle for herself. If there was one it was at the bottom of the sack buried by all the other bottles.
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