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The teapot had formed in the daydreams of the potter and stood there upon the shelf as if conjured by magic.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2020.
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The glaze upon the teapot hugged the curves as honey from an overflowing pot.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2020.
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The teapot was the hue of bonny sea waves upon a honeyed sand.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2020.
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The teapot was solid beneath her grip, with the warmth of the clay and the tea.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2020.
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The teapot reflected the light of the sun from its happy kitchen perch.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2020.
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The teapot was made all the more perfect for its imperfections, rendered all the more unique.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2020.
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The teapot had become all the more beautiful for the years of faithful service it gave.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2020.
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The teapot was quite warm, hugged by its woollen "hat."

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2020.