While staring at Ciara's symbolic sparklers, in a new way she felt lonely and incomplete. Once in a while through the years, the sparkle of a piece of jewelry would bring to mind a fleeting memory of old wishes and dreams that might have been. A singer's exquisite evening gown would remind that she liked to dance and had not done so for decades, and longed to, but for the want of a dance partner. A singer's certain voice, even the lyrics, brought fleeting moments of hopes that might have been. Suppressed dreams would surface momentarily to keep her in touch with her former self; dreams that reminded of misplaced intention and unexpressed yearnings as she caught a mental glimpse of them and remembered. She shook her head to clear her mind.
Yet, where were Ciara's wedding photos? For someon
