I have the most amazing jewelry box. An inmate in Michigan made it for me over many months. He fashioned it out of non-contraband materials he had saved up a long time from hither and yon. Everyone I show it to gasps at its craftsmanship. It is rather large, as jewelry boxes go, approximately the size of the desktop printer I am presently sitting near. Its several drawers are so perfectly made that they slide like butter, and it’s a joy just to open and close them.
Before the jewelry box, David made me a beautiful bracelet. It was a intricate pattern of mother of pearl, garnet, and crystals, thoughtfully arranged for symbolic value, suggesting the Trinity, God as light of the world, and the virtues of consistency and purity. There were patterns inside the patterns. These were in a sequence of sevens to indicate completeness or fullness. But one day that bracelet got snagged on a beach towel I was throwing out a second-story window to my son, and its elements scattered to the four winds.
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