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freshwater jar
Hello, the sweet guests of my lines!
Happy Republic Day on October 29th!
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There’s always been hope in these lands — and there always will be.
Today, I want to share a few sweet little things I’ve been meaning to write about for the past couple of days, but only just got the chance to.
My friend, sweet as honey, once sat down and just drew me in her sketchbook. How lovely is this?!
Even just being remembered by someone can bring a smile to your face — but this… this was such a sweet little gift from afar. Drawn with so much care and love.
Out of nowhere, I felt beautiful and was reminded of how precious I am. Thank you. (;
I’m going to write these down in my freshwater jar.
A few weeks ago, I bought a jar just because it was beautiful.
I know, people don’t usually get all excited about jars — but what can I say? It looked like a little piece of art.
Every part of it, from the outside to the lid, was covered in delicate flower patterns. No color, just the texture of the porcelain itself, finished with a glossy varnish.
The name freshwater jar just came to me out of nowhere and I liked it. So that’s what it’ll be called. I’ll fill it with notes…
