All of my pens can be replaced, some at great expense and trouble, except one.
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There's a long story behind it, but the person who attached the amber pebbles to this pen body (I've forgotten what it is, might be one of the Platinum 3776s I bought for its nib, might not) collected the amber when she was a child with her mother on summer vacations to places along the Baltic coast of Poland. I donated the Nakaya nib to her project.
Marta, who was my best friend and companion and roommate and saboteur! (she would laugh at that), died of cancer last December. Actually, exactly 38 weeks ago today. She spent many hours and weeks on this project, and I can see her sitting there, filing and polishing, polishing, polishing, while watching TV or talking on the phone with friends. She called it Baltic Sunrise.
She tried to sell the pen (and a second one that she lost or broke), but then she started using it, and the Baltic Sunrise became one of her daily pens. This is the only absolutely irreplaceable pen I own, and it's my best treasure.
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