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We face each other, stomachs heavywith the anticipation of a rich meal. The porcelain of the bowl is scaldingbut I do not mind it as golden broth warms my mouth.I run my nails over the engraved chrysanthemums. I am porcelain. I am stone. I am flesh. I am bone.  You tell me your woes, and of course I…