Eye Right

Deer Rows,

Eye right to ask for you’re hand inn marriage. Pleas no that eye fined you suite and fare. If aloud two eye wood love you four ever. If eye halve one yore heart eye will by ewe a wring maid of gold. Eye prey that ewe will knot say know as that wood brake my heart. Merry me oar my sole may dye.

Sincerely,

Gym

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Under

Tide to the moon

Surface, secret keeper of the deep

Sun glittered and wind rippled

Or savagely dark

Guards shapes, sizes, colours, textures

Salty fins and tentacles

Surviving and thriving

Where we cannot see or breathe

Larger than land

Bluer and blacker than sky

Mother of oxygen

For millions of years

Permeated with languages

We cannot speak

Sung by creatures

We cannot fathom

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Deconstruction

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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