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Throat, a cultural introduction

Getting to know the word from all angles...

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I can't reject the prospect of utilizing English as everybody's second language. I don't accept the spiritless mode in which the English tongue is taught.Pointer

Strengthening a person's expertness with a language isn't like developing a brighter bead. A language - a common tongue - isn't merely an instrument that you can teach yourself to manipulate with a greater amount of precision. A shared tongue can't be parted from the philosophical currents of a community of which it is a description. A language isn't recited; it happens - and keeps happening as long as a circle of people keeps using it.

To make a pupil recite English is to strip him of its cultural context. A proper instructor must develop a technique for introducing it; the bravest pupil goes out to seek it.

A dictionary can be an influential tool. A decent dictionary will define a language on the basis of a specific corpus, a set of writing of various size and consistency. A corpus could contain anything from a book about literature to some real adventure stories. I burnt many candles forging my "substantial" Fiction Corpus to form a distinct kind of dictionary based on the ability of one man to tell a story in many different forms. It is a labor of love and listening.

I have assembled a million words and I have tabulated them, reframing them - not just to teach English vocabulary but to promote the human spirit, and to provoke that spirit or soul not just to recite but to happen.

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Understanding the word Throat

A word can represent many things. First and foremost it represents a type of gesture. A specific way of speaking. A specific way of inscribing a mark. A specific way of moving your hand. To know one of these kinds of gestures is to know how to pronounce the word throat in some kind of way.

If you want to communicate an idea using the word throat, you will need to know what other people are made to think when you make the gesture. You will never have complete awareness of or control over the associations or identities that are invoked by a set of words, but you can know what was and what is a single word's jointly accepted definition, at least for a given place, thereby tracing a direction which will help you to understand what kinds of associations and identities are driving its use.

By using the word yourself, you enter into a long-standing albeit oftentimes unconscious debate over its definition, forever entangling yourself into the history of its use. The way you use it, and which other words you use it with carries weight.

The more you know about where the word throat is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.

Pronunciation of ThroatMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word throat.

Video of me pronouncing "throat."

Definition of ThroatMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish the definition of throat.

I'm sure it won't take too long.

Common use of throat in illustrative example sentencesMargo on a trampoline

  1. My throat hurts and I think I have fever. Maybe I should call in sick.

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  2. It sounds like she's got a frog in her throat.

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  3. I have yet to come up with a third sentence using the word throat.

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Usage of Throat in Michal's Fiction CorpusMargo on a trampoline

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Michal's Fiction Corpus of Acceptance Literature (FiCAL) is presented under the Bare Bottom imprint. It is currently comprised of six bodies of work, each representing a different pillar of culture and incorporating a wide variety of writhing styles.

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Throat, a morphological approach

I have yet to make a morphological analysis of the word throat.

That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.

Table of Frequency for the Word "Throat."

This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word throatand any of its morphological derivations appears in the Fiction Corpus, along with a breakdown of frequency by title, the respective rank of each word in the complete list of all words in the Corpus, as calculated both densely and competitively, as well as the percent increase in frequency of the word over the frequency of the next lowest rank in the complete list.

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Percent Increase over next rankRANKWORDFrequency
TOTAL # of occurencesMCDONALDSJESUSSEXTSIGAJACKSONDINGBATS
densecompetitivemodern/sloppybiblical/tersepoetic/high-browhard/fasttalkymixed salad
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I have yet to publish the table of frequency for the word throat, but I will get to it shortly. -Michal

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Usage of Throat in Death to McDonalds

An aerial view of Dodger Stadium in the foreground, with an imaginary partially submerged Los Angeles behind

A story bible for a comic book series set in a post climate-change California narrated by eight characters who live through a natural disaster that sinks Los Angeles and triggers a war with an expansionist Mexican government covertly supported by China.

Frame #1086

im in the elevator. no butterflies yet. just a gigantic cocoon stuck at the top of my throat. well see what happens when i get there.

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7 August, 12:35 PM

Frame #2375

its a dead man. throat cut. his neck dropped like wet spaghetti in my hands. i cant see his face. i have to drag him to the lamp.

Chase Credit

21 August, 12:13 AM

Frame #5466

the tank on the sandcruiser is empty. theres no question about it. i almost sucked my eyeballs into my throat.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

22 November, 8:01 PM

Frame #2436

i saw bieber's body. his throat was cut. whoever did it made a real mess of his neck. stuck the larynx first to shut him up. then sliced out.

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21 August, 1:09 AM

Frame #4393

i found reddit. in a pool of blood. in the bondage room. her throats been cut. expedia's in the corner. bound. gagged and blindfolded.

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1 October, 8:11 PM

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Usage of Throat in The Gospel of Jesus H.

A picture of the planet Mars

An experimental science fiction Christology that makes Jesus the hard boiled narrator of his own early years on a bizarro earth made dark by volcanic ash and informally ruled by a man from Mars who sells bottled air.

These were only thoughts of momentary fascination. On the whole, Jesus pursued his work with interest. He did not test God. He applied himself and his men always with reason. When he entered St. Elizabeth's church all by himself in the middle of the night when there was no electricity around and killed the seven men hiding inside by stabbing their throats or otherwise, it was the most reasonable thing he could think of. When he sat on Sand Island waiting for Stalin or one of his other commanders to report, there wasn't anything else he could reasonably have done. He had already shown his men how to do it; now they had to go and do it: bravely - that's all. To the extent that they were unhindered by their own selfish desires, or the selfish desires of non-combatants, they were successful, and Jesus prosecuted his personal war against terrorism with admirable results.

Verse 6 from the chapter called Bohemia

"Triple distilled," said Jesus. "It's very good. Don't you think?"

"It burns my throat." Jesus laughed.

Verses 776-777 from the chapter called Security

"Who are you to call everyone corrupt? This man has lost his reason: he's an animal. Did you see him? He ripped this man's throat apart."

"I saved your life, you ungrateful bastard."

Verses 366-367 from the chapter called Arms

What was she doing - Zoe Guderian? She was hiding. From what? Mirrors? The encroachments of fat? From whom? Her childhood friend - now her fiancé? Her fiancé's shady relatives? An alcoholic mother? An abusive father? Reporters? She was looking for something. For what? Anonymity? Relief? Safety? For whom? A mysterious man? God? She was looking for your father. She was looking for someone brave, someone to lead her away from oblivion, away from those feelings that threatened her, those terrible feelings inside her head that isolated her, that made her - the woman inside - disappear like gold in royal water, which the alchemists used from the thirteenth century - and which they still use! - to dissolve the strongest metals, no matter how noble they might be called, and which the mad scientists named aqua regia for its power, which they formed by mixing one part nitric acid with three parts hydrochloric, which, in a place like the stomach, is necessary for human digestion, but which, when vomited into the urn and concentrated, burns the throat and makes a woman's voice sound harsh and painful; when gold is lost in royal water, it burns the hand that tries to gather it.

Verse 259 from the chapter called Security

"She's got the blues," your father would have to say, and it was true: every time she began to feel better, there was less and less hope that it would last; sooner or later, she would have to be attacked by status asthmaticus; there was no escaping its mercilessly tightening grasp, no way of preventing her bronchial tubes with their mucus-forming glands from swelling - what specific allergen could possibly have caused her pain? - when a breeze, a bad smell, or a change in temperature would send her coughing, and make her throat secrete its mucinous poisons, drowning her in her own mucus and consigning her to long hours of hacking, wheezing, and gasping for air - long, tiresome hours, which inevitably sent your grandmother back to bed for months - how depressing it was.

"Hey, Jesus: where's your mother at?"

Verses 47-48 from the chapter called Adolescence

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Usage of Throat in Sex for Children

A drawing of a man between a woman's legs in front of another man in a hospital bed

A literature book narrated by a pair of siblings on either side of the Atlantic whose profoundly weird sexual experiences pose a serious challenge to their traditional understanding of mathematicians, marriage, gay young men and God.

I had to laugh, in fact: having contorted myself into such an absurd position, I just had to laugh. And I kept laughing, but there was dust falling into my eyes. Suddenly, I had to cough, and, after clearing my throat, I decided to laugh one last time through my nose. But that was a mistake: a very big mistake: now I had the terrible urge to sneeze, and I couldn't help myself. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't. All I did was twist my head a bit. And that made things worse: my sneeze threw a huge cloud of ash right into my eyes - I tried to open them, but I couldn't. I felt the dust all around me. So I had to wait; I didn't want to hit myself on the flue, but I couldn't hold my breath - at least, not for long - because I didn't have any. So I tried to take a short breath through my nose. But I just made myself sneeze again. So I tore my head out from the chimney, not cracking my head - thankfully - but I swore like the devil.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 30, Presenting Oneself to a Potential Husband, Paragraph 15

Waiting a few seconds to make the moment more dramatic, I mustered in my throat as stern a voice as possible, and just when it looked like malice and cruel amusement would triumph, I yelled out three hundred dollars with coldest passion. It caused a sensation, a sweet and climactic joy for which no other bidder was prepared. Almost immediately Barbara was sold, causing a general sigh of relief that passed over the crowd, enveloping Barbara's own satisfaction as if they were apologizing for what almost happened, congratulating themselves at the same time for being able to enjoy such a dangerous game so successfully.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 7, Dating a Woman with Dogs, Paragraph 10

Like streams of consciousness converging, former thoughts and current questions began flooding my mind. My heart was in danger. I took a deep breath and I held it in my chest, as if to reinforce the floodgates cradling my heart. I had to protect her from being overwhelmed by my sick and moiling stomach, or the storm clouds of my mind. I began a deep and steady breathing, calmly pumping away the feeling with my diaphragm, blowing out my nose, trying to dissipate my thoughts. But my thoughts - even without the weight of feeling welling up against me, pressuring my soul, churning my stomach - these thoughts were not dissolvable. They would not go away, and how could I let them infuse my heart? that fountain of dangerous feeling? that chemical dynamo that would send them shooting to my throat - give them voice! - no! that would send them bursting through my mouth in sentences of self-destructing rancor - an explosive solution, one which I would not allow to break my stony face.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 14, Feelings, Paragraph 2

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Usage of Throat in Tsiga Tsiga Tsiga

Bullets whizzing by a statue of Nikola Tesla

A collection of stories featuring a sexy Parisian ghost, a spooky Moon base full of vagina-faced aliens, a policeman with an Irish name, a truck full of watermelons, a flautist, and a man who has to see another man about a diseased horse.

He flinched. He wheezed. He opened his eyes. He wheezed again. He grabbed Tatum's hand. He tried to smile. He coughed. He cleared his throat. He said, "Do you think I can ask you a personal question?"

Tatum sighed in relief. She said, "What?"

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story featuring alien intrigue

Gog smiled. He said, "Don't tell me you still want to fight." The sword was pointed back at his throat. Skin Smoother smashed into it. This time, the blade bent into a right angle.

– from “In the Beginning, There was Gog,” a fantasy story featuring a frank discussion of where the gods are located

Gog smirked. "What I might have done in one stroke," he explained, "I do in two for lack of a brace." He turned the buckle around. He addressed the uncut bar. He slowly lifted the sword. He addressed the bar again. He slowly lifted the sword. He swung. The bar broke-as did the woman-towards her horse. Gog ran behind her. She knew she had no time to mount. She reached into her saddle. She pulled out a dagger. Gog froze. The woman stepped backwards. She drew the dagger close to herself. Reaching the horse's neck, she jabbed the blade into its throat. The horse collapsed.

– from “In the Beginning, There was Gog,” a fantasy story set in various parts of the Eurasian continent

Before Ferrari could explain his brother was deaf, Lorenzo looked to the guard and stepped back.

The young man's eyes dimmed and brightened. He cried, "Wait!"

It was too late. The chain was up. It clinched his throat.

– from “Italy Sucks and Has Sucked For A Long Time,” an adventure story about a man who tries

"Give me your flaut." Handing it over, Ferrari watched his young charge lift her robes to her milky-white thighs. Spreading her legs wide, she dipped the flaut beneath her hems, nudging the fipple into her sheath; she pushed down on her mound and out came a sound, while the concertmaster sat gritting his teeth.

"It's a good thing," said Ferrari, clearing his throat, "this particular type of wood is resistant to moisture."

– from “Italy Sucks and Has Sucked For A Long Time,” an adventure story featuring a man who didn't like what he saw

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Usage of Throat in Sorry Ms. Jackson

Chiseled letters from an ancient stone tablet hanging on a wall

A real play. With drama in it. Talk fast. It takes two hours. Set in a guest house. In a small community. After a murder. Lots of suspicion. The characters learn to listen to each other. It's funny.

GREY GOOSE: Speak up.

MS. JACKSON: There is no lighter sound than the ring of truth. It springs from the tongue like a frightened toad, aiming its horny skin into the eyes of those who would seek to catch it. Were you to devour a million truths you would never find them all and you'd still be as hungry as when you first started - so beware, husband, lest you choke.

GREY GOOSE: On a frog in my throat? Have you gone mad? There are no frogs on this island, woman - in case you hadn't noticed your entire life. I suppose that friend of yours from New Zealand taught you to speak with such poetry.

MS. JACKSON: New Zealand has a great literary heritage. That's something you couldn't possibly understand.

GREY GOOSE: Am I daft?

MS. JACKSON: You are a bully: a no-good, bleeding, rebel-rousing bully.

GREY GOOSE: Alright.

MS. JACKSON: A fire-starter.

GREY GOOSE: Enough.

MS. JACKSON: Arsonist!

– ACT I, lines 301-310

(MS. JACKSON starts towards the music box)
GREY GOOSE: Don't look. You'll give us all away.

MS. JACKSON: What do you mean?

FLETCHER: It'd be impolite, Mother. A certain somebody would 'face the music.'

GREY GOOSE: How much is in there?

FLETCHER: You'll keep your word?

GREY GOOSE: Yes.

FLETCHER: If I'm lucky, three thousand dollars.

KOKOMO: Three thousand dollars! That means-

FLETCHER: We can retire.

KOKOMO: Thank God. My throat can't take it anymore.

– ACT II, lines 411-420

FLETCHER: Good. My mother's been trying to stop her. I don't blame her for that. I feel sorry for the poor girl. Her story is a sad one. Kokomo's grandmother was raped by the Japanese while they were occupying the island of Upolu in Western Samoa. That's where Kokomo was born. Her mother was the product of that horrendous crime. Though they were the victims, both mother and child were ostracized by their tribe. Even after her mother had grown up, only the Catholic priest would take pity on them. Kokomo was the product of that pity. Eventually, she went to American Samoa to work as a prostitute for the tuna canners. One day, she came home with fifty thousand dollars and a baby. It turned out her pimp had threatened to kill her if she didn't have an abortion. Unfortunately, Kokomo made the ill-advised decision, once the baby came, to run away with the pimp's money. He ended up tracking her down. When he showed up at the mother's hut, Kokomo, in a state of pure shock, burned the money. The guy flipped out, killed her mother, slit the baby's throat, burned down the hut and forced her onto his boat. On their way to Pago Pago, they were hijacked by a bunch of pirates from Fiji. They killed the pimp and then realized he didn't have anything worthwhile except for the girl. While they stood around, trying to decide what to do, Kokomo offered them the greatest sex they would ever have in their entire lives: on the condition that they release her. They figured: why not? They could do whatever they wanted with her no matter what happened. Kokomo blew their minds. They were so satisfied, they stuck to the deal. They let her go in Fiji, where they begged her to stay and work as a prostitute. Kokomo agreed to do it, but only until she made up the fifty thousand dollars that she burned: the money that killed her mother and her newborn baby.

– ACT I, line 770

FLETCHER: Oh, marriage! Where would man be without thy warm bondage? Those who fear the rope will never know the pleasure of being tied up: of pushing with all one's might only to stand still. It is a perverse joy, indeed, to take the plunge through the trapdoor: to hear one's soul snapping in two, pushing one's heart into one's throat: to say the words, 'I do.' To wed and then to bed - how old-fashioned an order! One cannot help but desire permanence in such an ever-changing world. To oppose it, lashed to a rock, feeling its weight crush one's spirit, may be a Promethean punishment best reserved for the noble. It is no wonder that only the force of custom and law kept so many together for so long. Matrimony is not for the faint of heart. So watch out, you concubines and concubinaries - you cohabitants and live-in friends: both cataracts and calm pools await you, but no peace at that river's end: just the wide, gaping maw of dissoluteness and abandon: the ocean of human desire, with nothing to do but sink. So swim home, like salmon, and enjoy rest: the comfort you get from being tied up. My prayers were answered: I am a man again - and soon to be more: a husband. Wish me luck, for the night is still young, and many acts of husbandry await me.

– ACT II, line 550

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Usage of Throat in Miscellaneous Dingbats

The title of the book at the end of a string of miscellaneous dingbats

A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.

Grendel went to the library after school. She found a book about bodies. It had pictures of naked girls in it. One girl looked like her. The others were taller. They were standing next to a woman with fat breasts. There were pictures of boys too. Each one hairier than the next. Grendel's heart leapt into her throat. She quickly put the book away.

– from “Little Grendel's First Hair,” a fairy tale story where the horrible happens not entirely unlike the real world

"I don't know," said John. "Maybe anybody. I wrote him a letter before we got married. I told him things. People I had made love to. Not everybody. Not that last guy. That was after the wedding. He found out I cheated on him. Proctor, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

"Am I on the list?" asked Proctor. He dug his arm into John's throat. "Am I in that letter?"

– from “We Need To Talk,” a mystery story featuring a life model put in a weird position

"Nobody," said John. Proctor smashed him into the wall again. He pressed his arm into his throat.

"Who else?" he demanded.

"Okay," pleaded John. "My husband."

"Anybody else?"

– from “We Need To Talk,” a mystery story featuring a former flame put in a weird position

Proctor backed out of the bathroom. He looked at the window. There was a fire escape outside. It went up to the loft. Proctor went to look outside. He realized the window was unlocked. He locked it. He shut the curtain. He walked to the front door. He looked outside. The hallway was empty. Proctor tiptoed out. He tried to shut the door as quietly as he could. It wouldn't shut all the way. The frame was broken. Proctor left it. He started soft-shoeing his way down the hall. He could barely swallow his spit. There was a rock in his throat. The stairs seemed like they were getting farther and farther. He finally reached them. The stairwell was empty. He walked down the stairs. The lobby was empty. Proctor took a deep breath. He went outside. He waved to the policeman in the patrol car. He got to his own car. He drove off.

– from “We Need To Talk,” a mystery story featuring a former flame put in a weird position

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Collocation of Throat in the Fiction Corpus

Table of Collocation for the Word "Throat."

This table lists in descending order of frequency a selection of word pairs that appear in the Fiction Corpus and groups them according to the morphological derivation of the word throat that appears in the pair.

TypeWORDFrequency
TOTAL # of occurencesMCDONALDSJESUSSEXTSIGAJACKSONDINGBATS
modern/sloppybiblical/tersepoetic/high-browhard/fasttalkymixed salad
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I have yet to perform a collocation analysis of "throat." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal

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    Black suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders from black material with a rose motif on one side and striped cotton on the other. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #9 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  10. Orange suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted orange suspenders for sale.

    Orange suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders made of denim and orange material with a Polish floral folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #10 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  11. Green suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted green suspenders for sale.

    Green suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders made of denim and green material with a mountain folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #11 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  12. Felt earrings for sale

    Handcrafted felt earrings for sale.

    Felt earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Pendant of anti-allergenic metal. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #12 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  13. Round ceramic earrings for sale

    Handcrafted round ceramic earrings for sale.

    Round ceramic earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #13 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  14. Oblong ceramic earrings for sale

    Handcrafted oblong ceramic earrings for sale.

    Oblong ceramic earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #14 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  15. 'Coral' necklace for sale

    Handcrafted 'coral' necklace for sale.

    Corals by Sylwia. Pointer

    Necklace made ​​of cotton pieces with organdy and decorated with beads, suspended on cotton strings. Can be worn as a necklace, as a brooch or as a belt tied at the side. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #15 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

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