Gemotions

The scent of pine needles and sawdust filled the air as she admired the miniature wooden dollhouse she crafted. Each detail, from the tiny furniture to the miniature window boxes, was perfect. Her hands ran across the smooth surfaces of the wood, her fingers tracing the delicate carvings. Her heart felt light. The setting sun cast long shadows across the workshop, bathing everything in a warm, golden glow. A soft sigh escaped her. She was ready to market it! Then, the crushing news. The concept had been copied, patented, and was already for sale.