The carriage clock had no business there, ticking time off so indifferently, as if each second were a chore done.
Within the carriage clock were hands of black that keep perfect time, bringing a sense of order to our home.
The carriage clock was a perfect black to match the grace of the hands that kept good time.
The carriage clock spoke of weddings, of generations of family bonds, and that though time passed it mattered so very much.
The carriage clock was nineteenth century and French, the most ornate gold timepiece you ever laid eyes on.
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