Nothing to be Said
For nations vague as weed,
For nomads among stones,
Small-statured cross-faced tribes
And cobble-close families
In mill-towns on dark mornings
Life is slow dying.
—Philip Larkin, from Nothing to be Said
A necklace for the brave tribes, licorice black and brilliant neon curation of beads. Includes vintage, glass, Indonesian, African, black coral, wood, vintage, handmade polymer clay, and an unbelievable dental fossil clay focal by Vlad the Bat. Simultaneously frightening and delicious, like some kind of dangerous candy.
20 inches + focal, with handcrafted toggle clasp. I am fairly certain there really is just nothing (more) to be said.
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