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The beads were the rich browns of the earth, the sort that speak of soul and belonging.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 20, 2020.
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She let the beads sit in her palm, their iridescent brightness reminding her of the solar system.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 20, 2020.
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The beads rolled upon the table in their freeform way, settling into a pretty pattern brought to her by chance and good luck.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 20, 2020.
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They were antique beads from an old fine gown, reclaimed to become whatever her imagination could conjure. She was, after all, the best kind of creative wizard.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 20, 2020.