Today the three kings are making their weary trek across the table that stands beside the easy chair upstairs in my bedroom. I think there's a distinct possibility that they might be up to their porcelain ankles in dust: I was due to dust my bedroom last Thursday, which was Christmas Day, sooo.......I hope they'll stop to take a look at the gorgeous little inlaid wood trinket box I got in Sorrento many years ago when I went to Italy with my grandmother. It's not only beautiful to look at, but also a priceless reminder of the one I was with and how she patiently looked at, like, a million little boxes before I finally picked out the one I wanted. Then we went on to Naples and took the hydrofoil ferry out to Capri and after spending the day there the weather turned rainy and the Mediterranean grew rather choppy and we both clutched each other in wordless terror, picturing a romantic yet soggy death in the Bay of Naples. Now there's a journey for you.
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Dust you say...excuse me, but I am thinking that it was very thoughtful of you to provide the Kings a little ambiance, sort of like the sand in the desert they were traversing. Yep, Missy, that there is SAND, not dust! Lovely to hear of your Italy trip and memories.
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