You followed me to the roof up that vintage spiral staircase, feet pressed against imported marble. My hair was long and matched the velvety black of the native people. Your hand grazed my tanned skin, electrified by the colors and panoramic view of Santa Marta. We were breathing in the city. Bright but familiar like the hands of my ancestors. The terra-cotta roof to match the fire opals in my pocket. We were high enough to see the Caribbean. That’s where we remain, somewhere between the Sierra Nevada Mountains and the Caribbean Sea.
-strong, ethereal, symbiotic, and full of passion
Hand woven beaded two tiered earrings with fringe.
Adorned with sleeping beauty turquoise x Mexican fire opals
14k gold filled ear wire