Earth-tone beads set with a single white flower, patterned and strung with an elastic band knotted into a bracelet. Snug but loose enough to leave no mark.
It did not come in a hinged wooden box or wrapped in paper with a bow. It arrived unexpectedly, like a patch of blue sky on a gray winter afternoon.
There was no occasion. Nothing had started or ended.…
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