This is looking down a crystal vase which is sitting on orange paper. This vase brings up memories of mine as a child as I accidentally knocked it off the mantepiece. I was crying before it even hit anything hard. It bounced into the fire and onto the stone hearth and I howled imagining how mum would be so mad with me. Then I looked down and it was unharmed. I picked it up and put it back on the mantlepiece and no one except my sister and I were any the wiser, we kept it our secret all our lives.
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