
Bottles hold potions, medicines, oil, perfume, soda, liquor, elixirs, wine. A message in a bottle, "Love Potion #9", Eau de Paris.
And the sounds: The ring of crystal, the clunk of bottles jostling against each other. The flute-like tone when you blow across the lip. The crash and shatter of a dropped glass...
Have you ever looked at the world through a red filter? Through stained glass? As a child, I'd gaze through the stained glass windows at church, trying to make out objects on the street, but I never could. The glass was too thick. The objects became curious blurs, ghostly visions. Another spiritual mystery...
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