On Saturday night, Dorothea painted a henna tattoo on my foot, in the spirit of the sisters painting Henna tattoos on themselves the Saturday before. I didn’t think that she’d be able to do it. I have very touchy feet–even when I touch them, they jerk. Put it worked out. The lotus flower that she painted she modeled after the real tattoo of a lotus that she has on her left foot. She got it fourteen years ago, not to long before we got married. Both the real and the henna tattoo are cool things.

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