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The vase was nervous about all the fighting.

“Will I be thrown in a fit or filled with blooms of apology tomorrow?” she wondered.

“Or will I be knocked off the table as he lurches drunkenly close to its edge?”

“Will they practice kintsugi on my broken sides and heart?”

He leaves spitting angry diatribes about the cost of things…about the cost of a woman he never loved.

The unloved woman sweeps through the house picking up the pieces her mama gave her… the sterling silver brush set, the mother of pearl brooch, the empty vase.

The unloved woman burdened by the lightness of her most prized possessions leaves and does not return.

The vase was nervous about the big change but hopeful.

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