Log Cabin Chronicles
Light in handblown glass
BERIT LUNDH
If only dreams could transcend reality and a wish could eclipse the actual I would spend my days wandering in and though the sun's rays collecting them in beautiful containers of handblown glass. And on a glittering magic carpet I would send them to you. Each vessel would refract their light in wonder colours and waves of reflection permeating your skin and the nerves within bringing your beloved summer light back to you.
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