My Dear Vase Lady,

with eyes shuttered down,

subdued and silent you are;

what goes on in your mind?

I saw the beautiful, interesting vase standing alone in a quiet corner of the mall as I nosed around. I noticed a chipped bit around her neck, but the questioning poem came to my mind. I wondered who the sculptor had in mind when he/she was creating this.

Have you been clicking your camera recently? Any interesting finds? Enjoy your day.

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