Remising The Good Old Days Whereby We Don’t Take Things For Granted. Sometimes I Miss The Symphony Of The Insects In The Nights, The Amber Of The Kerosene Light And The Light & Fade Lingering Of The Burning Lamp....
'A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us,
and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing........'
Opening Line of “Endymion” By John Keats
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Antique Brass Oil Lamp Chimney Shade Base
This miniature oil lamp stands just a hair over 7" tall.
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