The little objects I find touch my heart when I think of where they've been, or why they are less than "perfect".
This beautiful old ring box is a dreamy Victorian purple. I can picture a young bride carefully opening the box each morning to put on the ring from her beloved. For decades the motion is repeated; the hands are wrinkled, the hair turns white and still she treasures his gift.
The velvet is worn nearly to the base. It's not as "pretty" as it once was...yet I find it beautiful. When I see elderly folks I think of the little ring box. Perhaps they can't present themselves as they would like. Life has shaped them into what they are today and we need to treasure what remains.
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