he sold me a bracelet that he made from the remains of shipwrecks. tiny leaflets of copper, once home to sea creatures, corrupted into the prettiest shades of green and pink. they felt so light and so alive and i was entertaining myself with thoughts of their escape. but he'd already chained them together, and weighted them down with a piece of belgium crystal, rather enormous, the size of a ma jon tile as we like to say.
he said, hold it up, and listen to the sound it makes. i did. he asked me if it reminds me of the sound of wind chimes. i said yes. by then, he'd closed the sale on me.
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