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It is the day before my wedding. I flick back the brass latch of the checkered alabaster chest and the light catches the endless hoops, loops, beads and tangles of yellow gold in my grandmothers jewellery. The crimson velvet lining feels scratchy compared to the thick varnish that coats the wooden and pearly geometric shapes on the box’s exterior. Once I unload the gilded heap onto my grandmothers bed, I begin to wind my fingers through the knots that the…
