While searching Etsy for black teardrop earrings--one for each man I shot in Reno just to watch him die--I found some other earrings made out of millefiori beads. I'm not usually a floral person, but I am attracted to the sort of mod-ish shapes and colors and also, as always, proliferation and multiplication. I was able, luckily, to find these, which allow me to both memorialize my kills and express my newfound love of tiny flowers.
Right now I am full of Lilyriver's handmade spinach risotto.
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