Resumen de Time Piece
The watch on a long silver chain falls close to my heart, where the giver resides even after death.
“Miss Jayne,” an old family friend, bought it for me in Switzerland when I was fifteen, when everyone I knew was still living, when clocks and hearts beat time in the old ways, gears clicking along in Swiss accuracy like the sanguinal throbbing of arteries, the blue eternal flow.
