My grandmom always had this cube on her kitchen window sill. When I was little I always used to hold it and stare at it from all angles; it amazed me. Whenever I would ask her if I could have it she would say that I could have it when she died. So, when she passed away in 1996, I took it home with me. I never displayed it in my own house; it seemed sacrilegious for some reason. The first thing I did when we arrived in NJ was place the little deer drinking from the brook back on the very window sill where my grandmom used to keep it.
A Little Deer, Drinking from a Brook
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