An antique ring made from braided hair and a golden shield caught my eye. It was not Victorian mourning jewelry but rather something a woman would give to her lover as he went off to war. I bought it, feeling that the shield must bear some clues, but to no avail. Then I met an eccentric lady with painted brows, wearing a scrimshaw necklace. Noting her love of antique jewelry, I showed her my ring. She was fascinated that the shield matched her family's earrings that graced her lobes. The ring had found its way home.
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Kathryn Labosh
I have an analogous mind and understand the world by what it reminds me of, like Miss Marple! I'm probably somewhere on the spectrum and have two sons with autism. I am a published author of several autism tip books.
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