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It took me a long time, but I have learned to sacrifice my own interests. It wasn't easy. The key is learning how to listen. Once I could consider somebody else's needs as if they were my own, it became a lot easier to meet those needs - despite the heavy costs.Pointer

By teaching myself to listen to women, I'd like to give everyone a chance to become a better listener.

I've decided to export fine art handcrafted by women in Poland to America. High quality handcrafted art produced by high quality women deserves to be shared. The more I can sell stateside to people who know the difference, the more I can buy from those whose worthy hands to continue the fight for openness and equality, a fight that I've taken to the world wide web.

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Janina: An Oral History of the Twentieth Century in Southern PolandPointer

Chapter 34: FSO Siren

Janina describes the trip she was allowed by the communist government to take with her husband to visit Austria and the farm where he had worked during the war and the setback they faced as traveling motorists from behind the Iron Curtain.

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Motivational Story

I fondly remember the Scholastic Book Club catalogs I got in elementary school when I was a kid. I was always looking forward to getting them. It was fun to read all the descriptions and figure out what types of literature interested me the most, although it was particularly upsetting if a world literature anthology I liked was too expensive to even think about buying. I had to make informed decisions. Otherwise it meant a trip to the library and the hope that somebody else wouldn't have checked out any of my books-to-read.

There was one book that was always at the library but that I never had the courage to check out. It wasn't science fiction. It was a book about sex. I was afraid to hold it. Opening it made my heart race. I was afraid to be seen standing in the aisle. I had to switch aisles. I was a long way from the children's section but this was the one place in my world where I could see what a naked girl my age looked like. In the photograph she was standing in a line of girls and women, each progressively taller, older, rounder, fuller. If I had been able to at the time, I would've given this book a nobel prize just for this photograph. I wanted to know what girls were hiding and this was the one book that had the courage to show me the truth. Just having the chance to see the truth was satisfying, not to mention the fact that I was fascinated by the changes represented in those bodies. That I had to hide myself in a corner of a public library in Lincoln, Nebraska in order to see this truth opened up many questions for me.

The last time I was in a library I saw a grown man sitting in front of a computer unashamedly clicking through pictures of large breasts in bikinis on Facebook. If this man were able to do it, I'm sure he would give Facebook a nobel prize for providing this type of literature. He and I are products of a culture that fetishizes the human body. All primitive cultures fetishize something. They give it a specific charge, either positive or negative. It's the "why" that drives a community. Cowboys drive a herd of cattle by negatively fetishizing the land on either side. Men are driven the same way. For us to build a truly free society, one marked not just by sophisticated technology but also by a sophisticated culture, we will have to destroy the fetishes that drive us.

It doesn't matter what types of literature you like. Whether you like reading science-fiction or sampling world literature of an adult nature, just keep in mind that your choice is a little nobel prize of its own. Your choice dictates what kind of writing takes place. If you want humanity to live like cattle, do nothing. If you want to be a cowboy like me, see the fetish for what it is. Destroy its power.

Pronunciation of Motivational StoryMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the words "motivational story."

Video of me pronouncing "motivational story."

Definition of Motivational StoryMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish the definition of Motivational Story.

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Samples of Fiction from Michal's CorpusMargo on a trampoline

An image of young Michal sitting on a potty in front of a typewriter

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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Samples of Story Writing from 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 #387

expedia - good work. im on my way back from alhambra. ill go straight to the orange county courthouse. i know a judge who hates venista.

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29 July, 3:05 PM

Frame #824

bieber - enjoy your last night at the strip club. tomorrow youre on trailer park duty.

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4 August, 7:05 PM

Frame #549

i cant believe im still in palmdale. im waiting for lesleys brother. delta. hes a captain in the army. jenny insists i meet him.

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1 August, 10:36 AM

Frame #821

it occurs to me that bieber's been covering nothing but the strip club for the past few days. i think its time we switched places.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

4 August, 6:30 PM

Frame #602

chase's at the office. i see him through the window. he looks bored. he probably wants to be on a case. if he comes to the diner im screwed.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

2 August, 8:50 AM

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Samples of Story Writing from 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.

He wasn't the first Panzer-Tank to try. Apparently, that honor will forever belong to Sherman 'Lucky' Panzer II. I will always remember the unforgettable day your grandfather told me his story: it was the night before your blessed mother's wedding to the atrocious Sacha Cohen-Krupnik. A great ball was being held at the Sanctuary in Lichen.

Verse 11 from the chapter called Childhood

There was no escape. America was everywhere: ubiquitous. People had to breath it, or else hold their breaths - choke, but there was no other way - unless, of course, you bought Cheap Alaskan Air. Now that was very good air - very good air, indeed - or, at least, air in very good bottles.

Verse 77 from the chapter called Childhood

If your father had known that, he might have had his lieutenants wait: they were his only family, and, despite their self-respect, they were definitely not Capitalists - but neither was your father, for that matter - or at least, he didn't feel like one. In real terms, he was very much a Capitalist, a recent Capitalist; but no matter how recent one's fortune, if there was a fortune, there was a Capitalist. New Capitalists were not made all the time - in fact, for the established Capitalist, the only thing more exciting than new capital was a new Capitalist. You never knew what to expect. He or she might destroy you; he or she might make you very rich: he or she might make you a Supercapitalist. Then you would thank him or her. But if he or she destroyed you, then you might just commit murder. And the penalty for killing a Capitalist was death. The penalty for killing a Supercapitalist was bankruptcy and death. It was known to happen quite often, even among Capitalists.

Verse 21 from the chapter called Childhood

In those days, America was everywhere: in your eyes, in your ears, your nose, your mouth, your hair. You could smell it, taste it, brush it away with your hands - but it kept coming back. It was under your fingernails, lodged permanently between your toes, your legs, your buttcrack. Everywhere you went, you felt it. Walking down the street, you felt it. Everywhere you went, you found it. Getting off the bus, you found it: there it was! right there: in front of you: next to you and above you - always out of reach, like a dirty cloud. If you went to the store, you found it. If you went shopping, you found it. The shelves were never empty. If you went to the woods, you found it. If you went to the hills, you found it: America! the beautiful! Amber waves of grain! Purple mountains' majesty! Majestic, purple skies! filled with mountains! The haze! Once-fruited plain! Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy! The fox-trot! The twist!

Verse 76 from the chapter called Childhood

"Oh, quite right. Quite right. Do you interest yourself in gastronomy?"

I smiled. "I like to eat."

"Yes, quite right. Then you must try these," he said, pointing.

"Sweetbreads: yes, I'm familiar."

"Yes. How about these?"

"Those are macaroons."

"And these?"

"I'm Polish, not stupid." Your grandfather laughed. "Yes, that was a joke: thank you."

"Hitler Panzer-Tank the Third," he said, offering me his hand. I shook it.

"Nice to meet you," I said - and smiled, not introducing myself. It was awkward.

"Yes, well, the feeling's mutual."

Verses 38-48 from the chapter called Childhood

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Samples of Story Writing from 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.

When I was returning to Luke's room, which occupied the corner of the building, I faintly heard a tenor voice approaching steadily from around the corner. As the voice came nearer, I convinced myself that it was Luke's gait that I could hear from the swishing of the trouser legs, and that, in fact, it was Luke's voice that was now a few feet away.

– Title 1, Regarding Peaches and Bananas, Part 2, Section 3, Ambushing a Man, Paragraph 2, Clauses 1-2

I had no idea that my relationship had affected him. It did not last very long: a few weeks; I suspect that in the end he was more affected by it than me. But I rarely ever saw him in those days. I left for Europe soon afterwards, allowing new encounters to remove my mind. I did not think about Macy at all, or at least, very rarely.

– Title 1, Regarding Peaches and Bananas, Part 2, Section 6, Third Party Intervention, Paragraph 3, Clauses 1-5

"Well," said Macy, "Lynnhaven was a very famous oyster - it's a river, actually, in Virginia: Lynnhaven. But it got so polluted that the oyster was declared inedible during the Seventies - all thanks to a little something called 'fecal contamination,' which is to say, dog shit - well, mostly dog shit. And, human shit." It was amazing how attractive Macy was when he was talking about shit.

– Title 1, Regarding Peaches and Bananas, Part 2, Section 4, Meeting a Man in Austria, Paragraph 4, Clauses 7-11

Even if that were fact, and offered as excuse, it would not have corralled the kind of feeling that was now informing my actions. The fruits of my embryonic jealousy now seem inevitable, but at the time they were not, and the relationship did not seem unsteady because only underneath the tranquil surface were we steadily and unavoidably drifting. Sadly, this is something that can only be described in the soapiest of terms: we were slipping, and a stream of obligations was quickly eroding the cake of our experience, to the point that, after several months, I became romantically involved with a certain person, and Macy, absent from sight, was made ever more absent from mind.

– Title 1, Regarding Peaches and Bananas, Part 2, Section 6, Third Party Intervention, Paragraph 2, Clauses 8-11

Much to my pacification, Macy thanked me and assured me that he was in fact in the theatre - at least involved with it on campus, which delighted me, since I had a friend who did likewise, and I promptly enquired if he knew Nike, which he did, much to my great satisfaction, for Nike had always been a great gentleman, besides being the ingeniously dramatic person he is. And so it was that Nike became a fabulous topic for us. As we explored the absurdity of his tendencies, it stood us in good stead especially when my cousin was unable to join us, she herself being a great amusement.

– Title 1, Regarding Peaches and Bananas, Part 2, Section 4, Meeting a Man in Austria, Paragraph 6

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Samples of Story Writing from 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.

"It's alright. It's like the Bois de Vincennes only better. Instead of vans, they're parked in beamers. They're the most expensive girls in Paris. They're clean-most of the time. You get to go to an apartment. It's fun: millionaire alley. We should drive by. Where are we anyway? You turned off the road. We're in the middle of nowhere."

"Aren't you going to give Rothko a call?"

– from “Paris Is For Rapists, Too,” a ghost story set in a place where sexual services can be bought

"You're incorrigible. Come on." Nike offered the woman his arm. After a moment, she took it. They walked together to the car.

– from “Paris Is For Rapists, Too,” a ghost story featuring a useless twit of a man

She was a whitetail deer about to be caught once again in our headlights. Had she any idea we were stalking her-an innocent woman in the woods-what could she know? It was my dream; her nightmare. What was she to me? An image? A figure of a brave and beautiful woman? Vulnerability personified?

– from “Paris Is For Rapists, Too,” a ghost story featuring a frank discussion of sex work

The woman stared at it. She pursed her lips. She asked, "For how long?"

Nike smiled. "It's up to you. I can take you wherever you want."

"I don't understand."

"What's the problem? Do you want me to swear I won't hurt you? You're not going to be safer out here. All I want to do is talk."

"Why?"

– from “Paris Is For Rapists, Too,” a ghost story featuring an interesting description of human anatomy

The headlights dimmed. Were they paying her homage? Were they apologizing for blinding her? The engine stalled. The car came to a creaking halt. Nike whispered to himself, "Now, now, Luka. Let's not be so obvious."

– from “Paris Is For Rapists, Too,” a ghost story featuring a frank discussion of the beautiful people of France

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Samples of Story Writing from 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.

(KOKOMO sees GREY GOOSE.)

KOKOMO: What are you doing? How long have you been standing there? Speak.

GREY GOOSE: You're in love with my son.

KOKOMO: What's it to you?

GREY GOOSE: Does he return your affection?

KOKOMO: He should know.

GREY GOOSE: This is why you always opposed me.

KOKOMO: I always opposed you, Grey Goose, because you stink - like old burning wood with fungus on it - like ammonia when I'm cleaning up cat poo - like the bar when you and Fletcher drink too much Guinness and I have to go peel his face off the table and you have to stand right next to me and fart. That's why I opposed you.

GREY GOOSE: Alright.

KOKOMO: You stink like vulture's breath - like a wet dog that's been sniffing at three-day-old beached dolphin.

– ACT I, lines 227-235

ALICE: You don't have to know your neighbors. It's the city without the smog or the noise. They've been magically replaced by mountains and beaches.

FLETCHER: If only you could work here as an actress. Unfortunately, I don't think our theatre is quite worthy of you.

ALICE: They don't do much Shakespeare.

FLETCHER: Do you like performing on stage?

ALICE: I enjoy it. It's only a job: like carpentry or farming.

FLETCHER: You've never held a hoe, have you?

– ACT I, lines 480-485

GREY GOOSE: Imprisonment: starvation: being pressed to death.

MS. JACKSON: Is that what awaits me, husband?

GREY GOOSE: No.

MS. JACKSON: Then what?

GREY GOOSE: You know what the penalty is.

MS. JACKSON: Homelessness? You think that if you burn my house down, I'll come live in your sty? Fool! I'd rather wander about the island cursing your name for the rest of my life.

GREY GOOSE: Do you know what I adore about fire? More than its color, its beauty, or its warmth? more than its light, its speed, or its age? more than the fear it brings to bug or beast? more than its purity? its fertility? its never-ending energy? or its ability to wander about the island endlessly seeking out its prey? More than all those things, I love its loyalty to itself: its obedience to nature. Oh, wife! When you know how to stoke her, she can be so perfectly predictable.

MS. JACKSON: Fletcher would never let you get away with it.

GREY GOOSE: He did once; why not twice?

MS. JACKSON: Fletcher!

– ACT I, lines 321-330

ALICE: You shouldn't be.

FLETCHER: Why not?

ALICE: I'm married.

FLETCHER: So?

ALICE: This is my honeymoon.

FLETCHER: I'm ambitious. There's nothing wrong with that.

ALICE: I do appreciate the fact that you're honest.

FLETCHER: Tell me about your home.

ALICE: It's a city like any other. What else do you want to know?

FLETCHER: Tell me everything. What is it like? Is every girl there as pretty as you?

– ACT I, lines 460-469

LUKE: Foka fiti tay rah!

Hoopani Koopani.

Hoopani Koopani.

Witi tay rah!

Kissa kissa kissa ha!

Kissa kissa kissa ha!

Winna tee, winna tee.

Tee tee ta.

FLETCHER: What the devil was that?

LESBIAN: It's a haka dance developed by the Maori people of New Zealand. I didn't know Aussies could appreciate it.

– ACT I, lines 368-377

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Samples of Story Writing from 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.

I almost didn't go to see Barack. I was ashamed of the time he asked me to move in with him and I said no. It was right after Obama disappeared. There were skinheads crawling all over Moscow looking for Africans to beat. Barack thought it would be safer if we lived together. I didn't disagree. It would have been cheaper too but I was used to my own apartment. That's what I told Barack. I never liked him much. Obama was always goofing off. He was a trickster. He was fun to be around. Barack was always in a bad mood. It could have been partly because of Obama. I don't know.

– from “A Black Man in Moscow,” an inspirational story inspired by real events, though the details are fictional

As a child Steve O was fed the dream of being a womanizer. His preteen idol was a teenage womanizer. His teenage idol was a college-age womanizer. By the time he got to college he had already made the transition to full-fledged letch. Strip them down to the socks was his motto. He practically moved in to the place where it happened. The dressing room.

– from “A Finger Up The Bum,” a gay fiction story that shouldn't cause a fuss, but what you make of it is up to you

I got off the bus at a small town. It was a two hour wait for the minibus to the village. People in the square stared at me. I kept hearing the words, "Dirty chocolate. Wipe your face." Something possessed me to buy a towel and a box of chocolates. I walked around with them. It made me feel like I was in on a joke.

– from “A Black Man in Moscow,” an inspirational story that describes life as we have been given it, though hopefully we can change it

Steve O's discovery of his latest cure-all came as quite the surprise. He was born a raging and inveterate heterosexual. He had never imagined or conceived or even thought of the possibility that there was anything to be gained by going up, as he put it, the wrong way at the wrong end. It was out of the question.

– from “A Finger Up The Bum,” a gay fiction story that should be taken lightly, but what you make of it is up to you

The third day at the school I heard somebody approaching the door. I expected a student or somebody but nobody went inside. There was only the sound of gently crushing grass. I thought it might be a cat. When I looked outside I saw it was an old man. He was walking along the side of the schoolhouse. He ignored my greeting and avoided my eyes. I went back inside. I heard the old man circling around. I decided to start reading aloud from Tolstoi. The man shuffled off.

– from “A Black Man in Moscow,” an inspirational story that describes reality as we have inherited it no matter who you are

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Still Life, Patriarchy

Contemporary wall art to remind us that Father always says Father knows best

To promote democracy, the strong must empty themselves of their strength. The weak must be granted the opportunity to grow strong. We cannot force the end of patriarchy. To do so simply perpetuates feudalism under a different name.

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  1. T-shirt fundraiser for sale

    Handcrafted t-shirt fundraiser for sale.

    Last T-Shirt with the logo that I designed. Pointer

    From a set of, I believe, twenty produced by Margo and given out to a portion of the last 20 women to finish the 20th anniversary Fiat Road Race in Bielsko-Biała, cf. the movie. This is the last one left in it's original packaging and my supporters - like the poor women of Bielsko - are going to have to fight for it. Whoever invests the most money with me, and who lets me borrow it to invest in the next lot, will not only be rewarded with some beautiful piece of art, but will get this priceless t-shirt as a reward for being my top supporter. $1000.00 or best offer. Remember to authorize me to hold the sum as credit against a future purchase and to authorize me to borrow against it.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #1 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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    Felt bag by Dorota. Pointer

    Entirely hand-sewn. Base: polyester felt, 100% PE. Motif: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Unique and inimitable design. Inside: cotton fabric, closes with zipper, inside pocket. Available now for $220.00. 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 #2 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.

  3. Decorative collar for sale

    Handcrafted decorative collar for sale.

    Decorative collar by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Ethnic layered cloth jewelry constructed on a cotton base and adorned with ribbons, tassels, and a yellow fringe. Fastened on the side with 11 buttons, fitted entirely with a pleasant lining. The style is an Indo-Asian-African multinational color combination. The collar is very extravagant and an extraordinary addition to any clothing, guaranteed to attract attention. Just a simple dress and a unique image is ready. Dry-cleaning recommended. Available now for $200.00. 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 #3 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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    Handbag by Sylwia. Pointer

    Handmade from felted all-natural Australian and South American wool. Entirely felted, seamless. Finished with a white lining, inside is a small pocket. Lining is sewn and stitched in by hand. Available now for $180.00. 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 #4 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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    Patchwork quilt by Alicja. Pointer

    Bedspread made of cotton and polyester material. Inserted with polyester lining. 90 by 70 cm. Available now for $120.00. 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 #5 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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    Shawl by Sylwia. Pointer

    Scarf made ​​with the nuno felting technique (wet felting fibre into a silk gauze) using South American wool. Two-sided scarf with latticework at the ends. Wholly in the colors red, black, green in an abstract pattern. Available now for $100.00. 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 #6 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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    Clara by Alicja. Pointer

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    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #7 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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    Noah by Alicja. Pointer

    Noah doesn't know what to like and what not to like but keeps wondering and thinking about it. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. 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 #8 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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    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.

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    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.

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    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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