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Genie Box--the secret word of the day!





There was a time when I tried to settle into Florida life: I looked for things that bespoke a life of travel to exotic places and bizarre climes. This box was one of those kind of things. I love little boxes with cunning little latches--little hiding places for Borrowers and Indians, love tokens, illicit things. This one always gives me the impression of the place where one would consult a genie. I opened it saying "Mekalekkahi-Mekahidy-ho!"
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