Jars are something of a fluid object in my life. While there are a few that I am loathe to part with, the bulk are anonymous vessels that drift in and out of my life as I share my preserves and pickles with friends and family. Lately, the tides have been bringing jars back to me. This cluster on the dining room table is the result of some recent returns. I look forward to filling them up again and sending them out into the world once more.
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