She left 120 soaps. I understand the wires, the china, the
towels , the clothes, the books, the radio, the typewriter. But the soaps are a
joyful/light surprise. Their touch, smell and feel are all lovely to work in. (The carving tools are also
hers, a knife and a manicure set.) The
carved portraits will need a layer of soot, I’m thinking of oil, or something
that will combine with soap, (any ideas?) and dust that is left in her room.
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i love this.
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