"COLLIER, D'OR."              [ According to the arresting officers, around her neck was (1) necklace. Of Gold. ]

IDÉE FIXE, or fixations.  [ Once, you were Free. An Angel appeared to you and around its hands were locked cuffs. "There is but one key", explained the bound Being, "and you will never possess it." Remaining was a reminder that appeared as Glorious tri-tone wings. Outdated. Cartoon-ish. Parafunctional. "Why do you still have them?" you ask The Messenger. "Feeling Free. Feeling." Like 7,000 Pirogues rejected by the Water for whom they were created. They recline in the grass now, reminding us. Once. We Were. ]