My girlfriend was bragging about how great her bead work is. You can see the very first ever pieces she made on her blog. She is rightfully proud of her work. She was going on about her new hobby, and I listened.
That very night Nefta and I were throwing out the garbage. On the way back in, on a lamp post at the entrance to my building, she sees something completely out of place. There, hanging from the lamp post for some unknown reason is some bead work on an earring. We don't know where it came from or who it belong too. But I take it as a sign of something.
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