The Vase by LR
An old man from China who made other vases made me.
I was in his store for a long time.
Then my maker sold me to a merchant.
He traveled far and wide, trading objects for objects.
Finally he traded me, for a sword.
My new owner was young, but he knew his way around the desert.
It was peaceful for a while but then 5 people with swords attacked him.
They stole me and killed my owner.
Then they went to Europe and traded me for sword.
Now I lived with a queen.
I lived with her for as long as I can remember.
I could only faintly remember the workshop in which I was made.
I was traded to another trader.
The queen thought the vase that I was traded for was more beautiful then me.
I thought different.
My new owner went around for a few years but died on his way to Kashgar.
And then I was left alone.
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