My hands are naked for the first time in 25 years.
I bought my first ring when I was 15. I was a goth and it was a silver skull, and I called it Robert after Robert Smith of the Cure (the irony of a chubby-cheeked boy ... yeah you get it).
I like rings. Until few months ago I wore several at a time, including my engagement and wedding rings. Slowly they have all peeled off. Last weekend the wedding rings were removed. It was like a Tolkienesque dance of the seven veils.
Nude, naked, unadorned. Unweighted, flexible, unmasked. Unpossessed.
Have caught myself several times studying the slight depression on my digit and wondering whether collagen would improve the nasty impression worn into my flesh over the last 8 years.
Or, is it like furniture marks in carpet - will an ice cube make a difference?
:P
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