I lost my spiral necklace. I wore it every day for thirty years. A simple metal spiral, quite large, it hung from a leather lace. I don't have a photo of it. Sometimes I wore it underneath my blouse, like an amulet. It was simple, curvy. It was me.
This may seem trivial, but to me, it is not.
Loss. Disappearance. I wonder if it was my fault? There must be a reason.