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I lost an earring.
Not just any earring.
One of the black opal earrings my mother gave me for my seventeenth birthday, the pair I wear something like 355 days out of the year. In other words, the single most emotionally important pair of earrings that I own.
And I had to snag it on my purse strap and rip it out while walking on a cloudy evening next to a gravel bed in front of a gas station.
As the cherry of cruelty on top of the sundae of my despair, after I'd spent about fifteen minutes hunting on my hands and knees, it started raining.
I keep telling myself that losing it is probably karmic payment for something, that something good will happen now.
It's helping a little. My ear still hurts.
I lost an earring.
Not just any earring.
One of the black opal earrings my mother gave me for my seventeenth birthday, the pair I wear something like 355 days out of the year. In other words, the single most emotionally important pair of earrings that I own.
And I had to snag it on my purse strap and rip it out while walking on a cloudy evening next to a gravel bed in front of a gas station.
As the cherry of cruelty on top of the sundae of my despair, after I'd spent about fifteen minutes hunting on my hands and knees, it started raining.
I keep telling myself that losing it is probably karmic payment for something, that something good will happen now.
It's helping a little. My ear still hurts.
