The ginkgo leaf
The pendant at her neck was a gift from her mother when she was fifteen, a ginkgo leaf in matte metal on a thin silver chain. She wears it always and, when she sleeps, leaves it in a little dish beside the bed. It's one of those small things that last for years without wearing out or weighing anything, chosen to stay. That way of having little and well chosen is what makes a cloth bag so much hers: you carry only what's needed, and what you carry holds up.







