sapphire

Not an app. A person.

Someone who learns the people in your life, and handles the rest. Quietly, and in your name.

Leave a number Invite only.

A woman in a black coat boarding a private jet at dusk — **Wherever you are, it still lands.**Your name on the card. Ours on nothing.

Nothing off a shelf.Found, made, or flown in. Never the same thing twice.
Nothing to remember.The dates, the tastes, the one thing they said in passing. Held for you.
Nothing to explain.You hear one thing: that it landed. What they say back is the rest.

A black ribboned box on a table in a jet cabin, the wing in the window at dusk

You say who.We do the rest.

A call to begin. Then a person on the other end of the phone who knows what would land, and when, and how it should arrive.

You will be asked before anything goes. You will not be asked twice.

Two hands passing a small box across a table

Be away.Properly away.

The people who keep you are the ones who see you least. keeper sapphire gives you the time back.

A stand-in at work who has run things before. A keeper at home who knows the house, the school run, the dog. Everything in between, in your name, until you are back.

So you can be the one who keeps them.

A family walking out to a small jet at dusk, the car that brought them waiting behind

Gone a fortnight. Nothing slipped.Someone looking after work, someone looking after home.

Leave a number.

A discreet number from the edge of the earth, Melbourne, calls, texts or writes back within the week. Your call which.