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  1. @gappyme

    The car shops…use that acrilic with bleu ligt…maby you can repair the craks.
    I love your work lady…♡

  2. @ThomDidItAgain

    The way you say "and hope that it doesn't happen again" at the end, looping into "it happened" at the start of the video is comedy gold 😂

  3. @fireworkstarter

    Im pretty sure its the metal drop that fell on it that cooled and contracted that broke it and then when you heated it further to solder the crack grew. I know its not the same but borosilicate labware can go from -100 to 300 degrees C in a second without problem. But the moment metal or something else clings to the glass and cools down the uneven contraction shatters the glas every time.

  4. @v-sync503

    Try using copper braid for soder removing it is realy good, all thou im not sure how much heat stress it can inflict on glass

  5. @Luniel11

    Beneath the glow of moonlit panes,
    The artist toiled with fervent strains,
    With molten lead and iridescent hue,
    She shaped her dream—a vision true.

    Each shard of glass, a gleaming tear,
    Reflected hopes she held so dear.
    Yet in the heat of passion’s fire,
    A crack was born—a flaw entire.

    The glass that sang of skies and seas,
    Now whispered broken elegies.
    Its form, once whole, began to part,
    A shatter'd dream, a wounded heart.

    She gazed upon the jagged seam,
    Where ruin marred her perfect dream.
    And yet, amidst the fractured glow,
    A truth emerged she’d yet to know.

    For in the ruin, beauty lay,
    In shards that caught the light of day.
    The flaw, the fracture, born of heat,
    Had made the work more bittersweet.

    So too, in life, do plans decay,
    The ones we love may drift away.
    Yet absence forms a sacred space,
    For greater truths to take their place.

    The glass that cracked, the ties that fade,
    Are but the art from which we’re made.
    For what endures is not the same,
    As what began, untouched by flame.

    And so she smiled, her heart aglow,
    For even loss can beauty show.
    The masterpiece she sought to find,
    Was forged by fracture—redefined.

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