You were a good little bowl. I really liked having you in the kitchen. We only got to spend six days with you. I'm sorry I killed you by dropping a soy sauce bottle out of the cabinet and onto your head. I'm sorry that my first reaction was "thank goodness the soy sauce bottle didn't shatter when it then bounced off of the kids step stool and then onto the floor!"
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After the appropriate period of mourning I'll be visiting Back Porch Pottery again to find a new salt bowl.
What is the appropriate period of mourning for a handmade pottery bowl that you picked out for yourself at the farmer's market?
