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| | Christine's Magic Box |
 | | She and her grandmother talked a long time about the kinds of things that can be in boxes, with Oma occasionally exclaiming "Yes!" until Christine's mother stood in the doorway for a moment and then silently backed away. |
 | | The box sparkled in the light of the lamp, all red and cold with a stamped design around its edges, and a painting of a castle, or maybe a cathedral - Christine wasn't sure which - on its lid, and tiny, handpainted people in fine clothes, standing around horsedrawn carriages. |
 | | I hope you will keep it to remind you that it isn't the box, what the box looks like, or what country it is from, or what color it is, or even if the box is there or gone - it is always only what was in the box. |
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