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Cherry
There are memories that never fully leave us. They simply change shape.
Before we understood jewelry, we understood cherries. Two fruits picked from a tree, turned into something playful, something beautiful, something that belonged only to that moment. We would hang them from our ears and walk through summer as if it had been designed for us alone.
Cherry is part of a larger reflection on origins — on the first times we experienced beauty without naming it. Worn alone or as part of a personal rhythm, each piece carries a fragment of that beginning.
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A small return to the first version of ourselves.
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