RA Pocket Shrine 49/? – Lost in the Mist

Oh my aching heart.

Guylty Pleasure

This is a bit of a sob story. Let Auntie Guylty tell you a tale of loss and longing…

There once was a shrine order that was to be a special gift, a little box of cheer that contained a beautiful man and a reminder of a home far away. The little craftress, who lovingly compiled the shrines, looked carefully through her stash of tins. “Pick me!” the wide tins were calling out to her, “I am shiny and brand new!”. But the craftress was not convinced. “I am the one for this shrine!” said the tiny mint tins in unison, but the craftress wanted something bigger than them. She rummaged sadly through her box of tins. She didn’t want small, and she didn’t want wide. She had nearly resigned herself to her fate when she found an unassuming, shy little tin right at the bottom of the pile. It…

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