Pandoralia: A place and time preserved in the hearts of worn jewelry boxes, where secrets and treasures whisper among themselves in tones made of faded ink, and dusty rose scented paper. Where candy machine glass rings are saved alongside pebbles from stormy beaches, and all conspire to overwhelm anyone who dares to peek inside with vast lifetimes of memory and melancholy. ~Aimee Stewart~
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We are the dreams (and nightmares) of the Dreamer.
I love the box.