April 8, 2008

I spotted the ring spinning with the rest of the jewelry in the turntable case of the antiques store. I watched it go by six times before I asked the clerk to take it out, before I slid it on my finger, before I told him to hold it for me, before I bought it and began to wear it daily, its blue stone, marbled like the the surface of the Earth, reminding me that there are worlds out there, worlds waiting for me, worlds that I cannot wait to join.

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