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Raising his masterpiece to the sky, light danced off in various directions as he turned it slowly, carefully between his fingers.
Lowering his hand, he set out to polish the ring again with an obsessive fervour, trying to make it crystal clear as if the ambivalence that weighed down his mind would obediently mimic the clarity. But of course, no amount of polishing would turn gold in crystal, and a peace of mind continued to elude him accordingly, hidden behind a thick, opaque wall of uncertainty.
Willing himself to stop harassing the ring with a cloth, he inspected it once again. It was indisputably exquisite, crafted painstakingly for his beloved and absolutely unique. From the circle of gold, sized to fit her finger perfectly, rose two fluid shapes. The man, moulded to his exact likeness, held the lady in a tight embrace and her cascade of hair stroked his arms as he kissed her, their faces obscured by the proximity. It was rather disturbing how accurately he immortalised her beauty in gold.
Deciding that he had done the best he could, the creases on his forehead smoothened. Heading out, he promptly stuffed his creation in his pocket, where it would share the company of loose change and pocket lint.
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