I’ve had a tiny grudge on amber since that time I fell off a tree in our back yard trying to detach an amber resin with an insect trapped in it (mosquito…). Damnit I thought it was prehistoric and would sell for bazillions. What? I was 7, I only got a brain for my 8th birthday and that was totally a few years earlier than my brother. Curious how we all seem to survive from falling off trees and being grated on the pavement rollerblading when young. Now I feel like dying from this thing called stress? This magically powerful thing that doesn’t even have physical form will eventually KILL ME.
Anyway newfound love for amber. Thanks mum, I guess you know now where your necklace disppeared to. Oh the things I do to make you read this blog.