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09/19/2004: "Marbles"

It was a question of marbles. She wondered whether the Toy Department had some, and, anxious to please, I went over to retrieve some. I came back with a striped, octagonal hatbox, half full of plastic bags half full of marbles. Clear, cloudy, red, blue, opaque, simple, complex. We stood together, looking in, sharing the best ones, talking softly about them, wondering what to do.