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| Done from life, it rests in a box by my bedside drawer. |
Made from a craftman's fire, then made solid.
A bee is mortally transcribed.
A touch stone.
A obligatory make-holidays-fun present.
Blue dark texture felt from the backside
The buzzing being felt with the thumb.
I bought another for a union, away with a guardian.
Away in a box.
Buzzing away, solid.