“. . . a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.
Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.
Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father's heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?
O waste of lost, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this weary, unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?
O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.”
― Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel
Sometimes a rummage through the stash unites things that should be together. An abandoned wire wrapped agate and part of an orphaned Etruscan revival earring, and about 30 inches of dead stock beaded brass chain have come together to live again as a sautoir, looking pretty authentic. All parts were recycled, even the jump rings.
Just listed in my Etsy shop!