I can't see it, sometimes – if I strain just right, but I feel it against my skin, warm when I'm cold, cool when I'm not; it lies heavy and strong reassuring me. Gold against brown skin, it pulls about my neck. So simple and plain – it is just two gold bars lying across one another. While I stride in the light, the gift's shine is brilliant, catching eyes with it's glint, yielding a pause over the One embodied. Yet there is no glow, if I sit in the dark and the smooth structure goes unnoticed, unable to share its story. Shower, sleep, walking, eat, it moves as I move and sees what I see. So, basic and bare a thing to be so precious to me. "At the Cross" by me
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I've worn a simple gold cross around my neck since I was fourteen. I've lost two (one randomly in the dorm, another flew off when my chain caught at the grocery store), but this one I've cherished most. Grandma chose the cross and my mother chose the chain; it is quite precious to me.