My grandmother had a hand mirror. It was beautiful. It had gems surrounding the centre mirror and little tiny mirrors in between them. The result is a view of your face from every angle unimaginable, except for behind your head. We weren’t allowed to touch it, but that didn’t stop us from occasionally sneaking in and trying it out.
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