By: Ardis E. Parshall - January 29, 2016 The Blue Bowl by Loya Beck Previous episode Part II Mary slipped off her coat, hanging it on its peg by the backdoor. Seeing the cupboard doors still standing wide, she walked wearily over to close them. The blue sugar bowl caught her eye, and lifting it into her hands, she felt of its hard-glazed surface. She remembered when her white-haired father had painted this piece. She could see him now wi...
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