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Amy Beeder

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Because our waiters are hopeless romantics
04/28/2026 14:58h
the plates are broken after just one meal: plates that mimic lily pads or horseshoe crabs, swifts’ wings, golden koi, whirlpools, blowholes in rictus: all smashed against the table’s edge—

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