My mother gifted me a cultured pearl necklace, one that sat just below the indention of the “V” of my neckbone. Round pearls, symmetrical, shiny with the promise of worlds that opened to my future.
I accepted them with reluctance, that I hope I didn’t reveal. Pearls from a time where they indicated a sense of place in society, perfect for complimenting the sedate dress, the topping of simplicity and good taste.
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Published on July 27, 2022 09:00