I found photos of old pairs of women’s gloves. They can now serve as a mini wardrobe to ward off slips of the tongue and thoughts which should not be expressed, or thoughts which would be best if they remained mental statements and not verbal voicings. This ability to hold one’s tongue is in a way a lost art, especially with email, tweets and other forms of rapid response. I have often wondered how relationships would fare if we went back to the days of the whaling ships and months and years of separation and the ensuing need for patience and selectivity of words.

Note: gloves can be changed to match mood, or implication of thoughts, as long as the offending mouth is covered.

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