Awaking one morning, a story unfolded. Leaning against the wall just outside the bathroom door were an pair of empty hot water bottles, left by my husband Jeff during the night. Clearly these two had something going on between them. Over the next week I merely documented the movements of the bottles—never moving them myself, nor even directing their placement.

As more images are posted, I welcome your input as to the “proper” arrangement (and number) of images in order to achieve the most compelling narrative for this unusual tale…

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