While cleaning out my grandmother’s closet, I discovered a small, unassuming box tucked behind a pile of old, faded books. Curious, I carefully lifted it out and opened it, revealing a collection of delicate glass tubes. Each one was thin, colorful, and had a tiny metal hook attached. Their fragile beauty immediately caught my attention, but I had no idea what they were or why my grandmother had kept them.
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