
Two reasons for the nostalgia: a) I had a lovely long stay in a Norwegian Stabbur that had a simple, beautiful candelabra made by the lady's Dad and I would light to make drawings at night and b) I grew up in a household with very dramatic Catholic votive candle altar in our entryway (both terrifying and beautiful). So I love the drama of multiple candles for light at night but my partner worries that I will burn the apartment down (they aren't wrong). This brutalist example is especially nice.
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