During Christmas of 2021, my dad (we call him ‘Dappy’ because that’s the nickname his first granddaughter gave him) handed out seven handmade wooden boxes as gifts. Two to his children (me and my sister) and five to his granddaughters (my four nieces and my daughter, Grace.) They were amazing, and are worthy of some showcasing.
Each wooden box was in the form of a book. They really look like books. Each one was roughly the size (a bit larger) than my hardback collected volume of The Lord of the Rings.
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