My mother was once asked (at the Alameda swap meet)
"Is that a tooth?"
"No." She replied. "It is an imperfect pearl."
Inherited from my great-aunt Rene.
So this afternoon the three of us (the 'tooth', my mother and I) set off for Fremont.
Destination:
Dusty Strings.
In search of sheet music for my mother's new harp.
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