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The fork was simple and well made, the blackening speaking of family and all those loving times eating together.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 29, 2019.
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That fork was fashioned in the metal works of our town; it carries our signature forging for those interested to see.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 29, 2019.
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The fork was older than the grandfather who held it; it was made to last, that's for sure.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 29, 2019.
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The fork bore the imprint of the dog-rose, that wild bloom Eleanor loved so much.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 29, 2019.
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The fork was made for baby hands, yet was as efficient at picking up the generous vegetable chunks as any other.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 29, 2019.
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The fork had been fashioned in the times of vanity, when classic beauty had taken second place to garish opulence.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 29, 2019.
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Those long and elegant prongs sank into the sweetest of sweet potato.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 29, 2019.
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Delilah observed the fork in her hand, the ceramic handle bringing a welcome coolness after the heat of the afternoon. It was fashioned by a poetic artisan for sure, the simple cream stem had become a welcome canvas for their floral dreams.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 29, 2019.