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| Nanya |
This lovely beveled glass mirror once lived above a large oak sideboard in my grandmothers sitting room. I preened my teenage self in it but perhaps, before me, Nanya's face might have been reflected as she glimpsed herself in it while visiting her daughter.
We managed to hang it yesterday in our new sitting room, my good man providing the strength and being a dab hand with an old fashioned, hand held drill. A skill I am in awe of, though I'm sure that's bad grammar!
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