Skeleton leaves are ones that have had all the softer parts worn away by frost and only the delicate framework is left. I love that- such a beautiful fragile seeming thing that is marked by survival. There is a collection of these at my house, dried in a flower press and kept in a book, and gracing my mantle. One also found a place in this pendant, a simple, secondhand glass locket that has turned out to be one of my favorite pieces of jewelry. I'd love to fill it with dragonfly or butterfly wings too... from deceased specimens, of course!
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