A Whisper of Memories, a Canvas of Self You know, there is something truly rather special about initials, isn't there? I was just having a chat the other day with an old friend, Sarah, over a nice hot cuppa, and we were reminiscing about our younger days, when life felt a bit simpler, yet somehow equally full of grand adventures. She pulled out this tiny, understated piece of jewellery, a lovely little thing, that instantly caught my eye, shimmering gently as she spoke. It wasn't flashy or enormous, absolutely nothing ostentatious, but it just held this quiet power, this palpable sense of mean...
