Whose ring are you? Not quite circular. Worn thin in places. A wedding ring. Your design is old somehow; formal, staid. Nothing flashy or modern. Subtle and understated. The ring of an educated woman. A woman with breeding. You are missing some stones. I wonder where they fell. When. Were they lost playing with your owner's children. Or caring for her home. Did your owner have a garden, a family, a home? Did her children have children? You are enigma: neither beginning nor end. Ourouboros bound, forever consuming himself. Is that how I must be? Cyclical, circular. …
