Down Under the Waves in the Sea Grass,
there is something you've forgotten:
something you've feared lost since forever
It's a map of the tides,
a beautiful remembrance that joys and sorrows both ebb and flow,
nothing constant,
nary a fixed outcome.
The very nature of our bodies is to follow the moon.
It practically sways as you stare.....
Spiderweb Azurite, rare and special
sits lightly in its bezel, not wrapped as a finished ring would be:
it awaits the instruction of a woman
who will wear it well:
what size is your finger?
If this ring belongs to you, tell me
Love,
Allison
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