After several years' worth of accompanying me across the San Francisco peninsula, marking loci of emblematic depth or shallow seeing, the trhead of the mala that Sonam Tsering gave me finally frayed beyond holding, and I eventually found I'd lost five (!!) beads to the City... after first recovering a couple that had fallen to the sidewalk and some more inside my backpack's side-pouch where the Samādhi of Lay Sacraments resides, which I counted carefully when I arrived back home at my 3-mat hut. In the tableau above, the 2 small heart-stones seem to be saying to each other, as they huddle around the loupe and its observenants: "...what happened there? where are the other beads?" ::chuckle:: [ in progress... ]
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