As a child, I used to lay on the carpet in my grandmother's den for hours transfixed by this lamp. I was mesmerized by each tiny oil droplet as it surrounded the partially-clothed Grecian goddess residing within. The lamp hung beside a picture of the Last Supper and the juxtaposition of holiness and electric sexiness was spine-tingling.
Now, the siren resides at Grassy Valley waiting patiently for someone to be captivated by her feminine charms and eclectic beauty. Will you be the one to to take her home?
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