The Coin Teapot
During a summer teaching sailing in Oman, Ramadan arrived in temperatures touching fifty degrees. At its end, my guide Jamal invited me to a traditional feast. After weeks of heat and quiet anticipation, the evening felt extraordinary — endless dishes, stories, and generosity around the table.
This little teapot reminds me of that night. It now occasionally behaves in ways even Jamal might struggle to explain.
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