The Star-Crossed Rose yarn bringing a sprinkle of icy

bringing a sprinkle of icy sweetness to your festive style

but by someone determined to erase it

A coin etched with symbols no governess would dare explain

A piece made not for ceremony

emphasising the existing structure

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