My mom has a clock that I've always found to be quite enchanting.
I don't know when or where she got it, and I'm pretty sure it holds no sentimental value to her.
Yet, I'm always drawn to it whenever it catches my eye.
It's a small, golden, glass-domed mantle clock with renaissance-clad, golden figurines that twists and dances every hour to music.
An insignificant thing, really, but I still love it.
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