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The jewelry has a past... |
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When do you see such beauty? She wore gray, almost silver silk. Standing on the balcony in the moonlight, little tresses of her pinned hair blew softly in the wind. Everything was dim except for the yellow gold brooch she wore, the etruscan sheen glowing in the night. When he originally saw it in the store, he remembered how much she loved blue and thought of her. Experience The Village Jewel. |
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