Once upon a time there was a steel grey, ordinary flower brooch. It led a solitary life because of it bleakness. Other brooches said it made them depressive and always shooed it away.
“Can’t they see past this stark façade of mine? Can’t they see my glittered, shiny soul?”, it cried.
As it was wandering the crowded corridors of the wooden jewelry box one day, it happened upon the fingers of a crafty artist. It clung onto them and begged the artist to change its fate: “Can you please crack my shell and let my bohemian heart and soul take over my barren body?”
“Well, I am sure I can do something about it”, said the crafty artist. She took out her pom-poms and pearls, she worked her magic whirls and voila! The bohemian brooch was born!
“Well, now I am sure I can make somebody happy”, thought the brooch happily as it went into the shop.
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