A Little Chat About Memories and Sparkles Right, so I was mulling over my morning brew, a proper strong English breakfast tea, mind you, and I spilt a tiny drop, just a speck, right on my workbench, which, let me tell you, sent a shiver down my spine – can't be having any rogue liquids near our precious metals, can we? But as I wiped it away, I caught sight of a rather lovely piece we'd just finished, sitting there gleaming under the lights, and it got me thinking about how those little moments, those tiny spills or unexpected encounters, often hold the biggest stories. That particular piece w...
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