I'm now obsessed with chandeliers. Lots and lots of them. I somehow believe that no other ceiling lights exist but chandeliers. In my book A Filipino Werewolf in Quezon City (An Author's Notebook), I even swore that there are chandeliers in heaven.
Restraining myself, though, because the granddaughters want their upstairs rooms to look very modern.
Restraining myself, though, because the granddaughters want their upstairs rooms to look very modern.
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