I don't even know how to describe it.
Imagine a nice small porcelain jar with golden patterns, the ones that you use only when you have company. I took it when we went though our grandparents' stuff after they passed.

Now you need to know that my grandpa was a plumber, and he always loved to have a good joke, but then he became I'll and very tired and sad. I kept this object to remember how goofy he had been.

So the precious object I just described is... You probably guessed. Toilet-shaped. A magnificent toilet-shaped porcelain mustard jar with golden patterns on it. Limoges, maybe.

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Nadine Debard

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My old ballet costumes (representation clothes, not practice leotard) , most of which I don't even fit into anymore. They're waiting in a closet for who knows what and never see the light of day, but I can't bring myself to get rid of them.

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never-wake-up (fae/faer)

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