engaging with my inner Victorian forensic recluse hobbyist; using old doilies made from hair I had once grown and shed, fingernails I had clipped, necklaces I had ingratefully yanked, silken scarves shredded,..a pair of my deceased grandmother's gloves my mother had mysteriously mailed to me, that spring-form pan that never spurred the passion for cheesecake makery i thought it might.. nailpolish, shoe-polish..woodstain. distain. sea salt.
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