Bracelets I Cannot Afford

Foraging for that charming little chicken-legged egg cup, I found myself wandering off track. A horrid day called for jewelry therapy, and, sure enough, Asprey offered up something to chase away the blues. The Protector.

No blue in sight, just that lethal combination of green, black and white. Everyone needs a protector now and again and, if one is not enough, if the demons are swooping in fast and fierce, take two and call me in the morning. Wonder Woman wore double cuffs, a good sign, and serpents might be just the answer for my musophobia.

Is it God in the details? Or the devil? Or perhaps it is where the the twain do meet.

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