All edges. Jagged. Unrefined.
Now there's a word - Jagged.
*holds it to the light & turns it*
Rilke's words flood in,
"She is proud but that is not the fault of her youth.
She is proud as marble is in the hands of Michelangelo, proud as a flower in a picture of the Madonna,
proud as a ray of sunlight passing over diamonds..."
Lord, I'm so filled with gratitude I could burst.