My skin like crepe paper

The ladybug was on a balloon I found on the beach. Again a calling to the mysterious quest to eradicate stupid balloons killing ocean creatures. And it made sense. Since the design of the ring was based on the nymph rising. From freshwater in this case… cause I did indeed rise from freshwater. However, the sea became my friend. My guide. My sanctuary. The vastness of the horizon of the sea forever my way back to doing the best I could every day. The vision of which makes my heart at ease and yet I may need to leave. I am old and my skin is even thinner.

It reminds me of when I was in China. My travel companion – from Taiwan – lifted my hand and said – look no veins. I was sensitive to the work-hardened fists at the age of 24 – when so many women had these delicate lovely visages that I felt I could never achieve. To this day – my veins understand that I and my ancestors required much blood to go to my hands of work… since without them we would not have survived.