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At first he thinks it’s a trick of the sun
the scent of damp earth thick with the memory of rain
the faint shift of something that doesn’t quite belong to either
in the cold embrace of the deep
its quiet beauty catches the light as though it holds the last rays of the fading sun
Madame Pompadour #022 fairy At first he thinks it’sProduct details: Size approx. 10 x 11 cm 100% cotton yarn Fully lined Drawstring closure She arrives not with fanfare, but with the rustle of lace and the clink of a perfume vial tucked neatly away. Madam Pompadour, they call her though no one is quite certain if it is a name, a title, or a whispered warning. This satchel carries more than scent and satin. It remembers letters never sent, rendezvous in lamp lit parlours, and gloves held too tightly in
