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21
Mar
I was five when I first saw my grandmother’s pearl necklace. It rested softly against her collarbone, catching the afternoon light as she told me stories of a time I could only imagine—of grand soirees, handwritten letters, and an era when luxury jewellery wasn’t just an accessory but a piece of one’s legacy. She would fasten those pearls around her neck with the same reverence one reserves for a family heirloom, as if she were tying a piece of history to her skin. Years later, when I held my first string of Akoya pearls, I understood. There’s something about pearls—a...
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