“rhinestone” Kirchoff’s 5-15-2000

The rhinestone bracelet has been in my jewelry box for years. A friend gave it to me because she said she would never wear it. I guess one could call it gaudy. I think it’s pretty, all sparkly and shining when the light hits it just right, like sunlight on water. What is it about diamonds and sparkles that people like? The brilliance is–this is going nowhere. Today the word “rhinestone” doesn’t inspire. I’d much rather smell a rose or the honeysuckle that covered my forsythia at the end of the house. Yesterday Amanda and I uncovered a secret gate there. She was excited to find a gate that she didn’t know existed. Discovery is a wonderful thing.

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