Part of her was curled up tight and permanent as an ammonite. She sought the sea where she could unwind and expose her softer sides. But even her mathematical spiral was so pure and intriguing it reminded people of the Golden Ratio, and they couldn’t help but stare.

Everything that touched her lips she sorted into the array of individual colours that made up mother of pearl.

I simply can’t live without this piece 

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