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Now and then the Brocante requests an arm or a leg in return for a treasure.
Or in this case, both.
A beautiful pharmacie pot, over 100 years old, in immaculate condition.
Add to that the pot's origins in a town that holds sweet memories of summer.
There was no other choice.
I cut off my leg.
Posted at 07:28 AM in Apothecary Bottles | Permalink
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at least you still have your face so you can smile about it!
Pura Vida |
03/05/2013 at 09:31 AM
A scant sacrifice for such a beautiful thing..
03/08/2013 at 05:32 AM
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