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Ah the lick your sister poem....
I really don't like these and wouldn't want them in my kitchen ..or anywhere... if the place were mine I'd cover 'em up before you could say "Farrow and Ball". They just give me the creeps. The one with the pomegranate looks like Rumpelstiltskin.... the stuff of nightmares...
Generally such extreme personalisation lowers the value of the property...unless you find someone who shares your taste.
My friends have recently bought cottage in Somerset and they previous owners were artists and there are pretty but very "tired" looking flowers all over the place which they feel a bit guilty about painting over.
Mush more to my taste is a green man in the local golden stone of the fireplace - it looks just like Envinyatar's old avatar
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“But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.”
Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace
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