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		<title>By: Sheila Ryan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sheila Ryan</dc:creator>
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		<description>Oh, will you just look at her? Her colors (and her shape) remind me of my favorite childhood ornament, &quot;Two-Star Hennessy&quot;. Two-Star Hennessy was a golden ball figured with two glittering pink stars, one centered in each hemisphere. (Its name, bestowed by my father, referred to Hennessy cognac; two stars perhaps designated V.S.)

I must have been four (perhaps I was five) when Two-Star Hennessy&#039;s spell so enchanted me that I hooked it over my ear (to this day I love big dramatic earrings) and whirled about the living room in a dizzy waltz.

And shattered Two-Star Hennessy.

I felt as though a shard of rose-gold glass had pierced my heart.

But you know what? Come next Christmas (or maybe it was that very same Yule), &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; Two-Star Hennessy appeared on our tree. Thus did I learn of mass production, and with that knowledge came a slight but perceptible rift between my household world and the realm of enchantment.
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<p>I must have been four (perhaps I was five) when Two-Star Hennessy&#8217;s spell so enchanted me that I hooked it over my ear (to this day I love big dramatic earrings) and whirled about the living room in a dizzy waltz.</p>
<p>And shattered Two-Star Hennessy.</p>
<p>I felt as though a shard of rose-gold glass had pierced my heart.</p>
<p>But you know what? Come next Christmas (or maybe it was that very same Yule), <i>another</i> Two-Star Hennessy appeared on our tree. Thus did I learn of mass production, and with that knowledge came a slight but perceptible rift between my household world and the realm of enchantment.</p>
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