The Treasured Locket
When I pass a mirror, I see my aging face, and in my mind's eye, I see the reflection of the loved ones who presented me with each piece of jewelry over the years. I have a decorat…
When I pass a mirror, I see my aging face, and in my mind's eye, I see the reflection of the loved ones who presented me with each piece of jewelry over the years. I have a decorat…