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  • I've always loved tiny, pretty objects. As a little girl, I absolutely adored my grandmother's fine, flowery china.

    When she passed away, the fragile cups with the blue flowers and golden edges were given to me. Whenever I use them, I think of her.

    She was exactly like that china. Tiny, pretty and neat. Seemingly fragile, but of very fine quality. Beautiful. With gold around her edges.
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