I have always felt that the umbrella was something very special. Simple and useful. An accessory with an elegance, with lift. It carried Marry Poppins from chimney to chimney. And while is possesses a feminine charm that I find alluring (a reminder of the days when ladies wore proper lingerie) it is its allusion to our anatomy that intrigues me most.
Our ribcage. With its curved and rounded bones carefully closing in, it protects that thing that pumps our blood. That place where we feel from. It is: the heart's umbrella.
So underneath it I keep things that are closest to my heart.
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