Life itself might be a necklace of pearls. For every recollection attached to another, pearl by pearl. THERE ARE MOMENTS ENRICHED WITH VIVID LAUGHTER TICKLING YOUR BELLY / FOLLOWED BY TREMENDOUS SPLASHES OF DRAMATIC WEEP. Other times, you have to dive deep for that extra pearl you want to keep in that pearls gathered in (NON)linear heap.
now, make that next leap - GOODBYE, LIZZY.
