These dried okras, a long thin variety that I don’t know the name of, were a donation from my friend's harvest from last summer. She gave them to me about a month ago for the seeds, but I waited a long time to break them open because they looked so nice lying around the house. It didn't matter if they were on the kitchen counter, in the studio, on the old wood desk, wherever I put them I'd think, "this might just be the most perfect shape". They were also fun to fiddle with - tactile, excellent for spinning around between the thumb and index finger, and they made a loud rattling sound from all the seeds inside.
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