When I was very young, I had a collection of little gold rings with tiny stones, each ring carrying its own story.
They were each given to me by people I love: My mother, my grandmother, a cherished aunt and a close friend.
I still keep those rings, in a box, together with my first pairs of earrings. I keep them for my daughters, waiting to pass the memories and love on to the next generation.
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