and in that moment,
the gold slipped through my fingers.
cold, with the faint scent of worn perfume and skin.
it reminded me of her.
those times, effervescent.
i wish i could have known her back then.
these objects, these pieces, they tell her story.
just like her soul, an heirloom.


An ode to all that is nostalgic. Pieces inspired by the stories told by the women close to us.