I remember my mother's blue willow china. I grew up taking my meals from, and watching that familiar, yet mysterious oriental scene of the lake, the three figures crossing the bridge near the big house, the boat, and the two blue doves floating over the seemingly pastoral picture. Listen now to this story of the little world on the willow plate, by an author unknown. He, or she wove a tail that is not a tranquil one, but touches on the familiar human story of unrequited love, and tragic parental manipulation. - Original music and reading by Jim Pryts
