I love your rings! - so pretty. I have many rings, but the one I wear most of the time is my mother's wedding ring. She died in 1956 and by then her hands were nothing but skin and bone - but hands which helped comfort me... Her ring went in and out of pawnshops when there was no money for food; but thankfully, was always redeemed. I'm sure it is always the hands under the rings which tell the true story.
We put rings on our fingers to adorn them. But what we do with our hands is what can make them beautiful.
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