I recall giving up a great deal for Lent when I was growing up. In high school, a friend and I gave up another person at school because we wanted to avoid him. He agreed. Forty days. No talking. Easter was not as joyous.
Regimental ties, cups of black tea, sushi, old ppb editions of Agatha Christie, a CD by Astrud Gilberto, yellowing dictionary. Patchouli oil on Sundays. Reading letters in the garden. Watching the fog roll over the Golden Gate Bridge. Bark-colored teapot.
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