Well, I promise that this isn't going to turn into the All-Bracelets-All-The-Time blog, but I just wanted to share this one.
The text wraps around a couple of times and reads, "I used to sit in the evenings at the open window, lonely and alone; often there was music playing, and all at once I used to be overcome with homesickness and felt as though I would give everything only to be at home and see you." (Anton Chekov, "The Bishop")
The text wraps around a couple of times and reads, "I used to sit in the evenings at the open window, lonely and alone; often there was music playing, and all at once I used to be overcome with homesickness and felt as though I would give everything only to be at home and see you." (Anton Chekov, "The Bishop")
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