I recently ran into a woman at a bakery. She had sparkly Shamballa Bracelets and a necklace on (so she told me.) My brain, as random as the filing system in there is, remembered some cookies I was afraid to eat as a kid. At weddings and Christmas, somehow a cookie with silver or gold or white beads on it was in the mix. I was afraid of eating metal.
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