The String To A Box

Have you stopped to contemplate which design of a string would be best,

to add the finishing touches to a gift?


A complementary one of colour and width,

or a contrasting one of texture and length?


It does matter what's inside of it,

but what's on the outside still reflects a value untold.

It is like the sweetness in a cake and the refreshment from a cucumber; expected and desired.


All things come with strings attached.

It could be a surprise, like it's given on a birthday or it could mean security, like it's rewarded.


Now,

if you could imagine a gift without the structure of a box,

would you still consider a string to see it as one,

or would you anticipate a confused look to then tie it all in as part of the experience?


It's all in that one string.



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