(1980 memoirs)
And one night after a gala weekend in Madison with Lorin, then at the University, I was in a bus leaving town, when in a triangular store window I saw a whole wonderful set of Fode Blue, just like hers. O! How I wanted to call out! Stop the bus! Know the name of the store so I could write! But on we went. --And I? I sank back in the seat knowing it was gone forever. It was, too. I never in my whole life saw any pieces like it any more.
February 2, 2013
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