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  • Diana Joy


It has a heft to it. The weight of years and people and love and loss. In its former forms it was three wedding rings, two engagement rings, and a birthday gift to a sixteen year old girl. The girl has grown into grandmother. All the diamonds and gold have become gifts from the dead, sitting in dark boxes, fading like memories. Delight turned dull and saddening. Until one day there is an idea, and a goldsmith, forging all those lingering loves into new purpose, with a real heft to it. Diverse diamonds spin a tiny galaxy on a field of freshly polished gold. Again adorning a hand, its unique composition tempts curiosity to reveal its many stories, history of family. Perhaps in time it will grow into a bracelet.

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