There is a magpie nest, nestled in my neighbors tree.
I wonder if that is where
the diamond necklace my grandmother had made from her engagement ring after a bitter divorce
(he ran off with the next door neighbor– he did not run very far– and he later fell through the bathroom floor of his new home right next door, because he refused to have it repaired)
now resides.
I cannot believe I have lost it. Surely I can blame the magpies.
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