A Little Something About Hearts, Quirks, and the Sparkle of Silver There was a blustery autumn afternoon not too long ago, the sort where the wind rustles through the eaves and begs for a warm cuppa. I was sat by the window, watching the rain dance on the pane, and my mind started wandering, as it often does, to shapes and forms. I was playing with a bit of silver wire, just twiddling it, seeing what stories it might tell, when a little thought bubbled up. What if a heart wasn't perfectly symmetrical? What if it had a charming little wobble, a delightful wonk that made it utterly unique? You k...
