Fingers clasp the golden cherubs as they swing from their chain
reassuringly thumping again her chest as she strides
memories tied between the metal clasps of the imperfect amulet
beauty
more than just the shining color
or the way the sun reflects against the necklace
inheritance
part of something older and wiser
reminder that no matter how far in mind or body she may be from her ancestry
the chain reaches across generations
around her young neck and under grave stones
through time and space
her eyes squeeze shut
she sees his face
flash beneath her lids
just as she remembers it
she smiles a smile he cannot see
and continues walking reassuringly
fingers clasping golden cherubs
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