Coral drifts into the cradle of language from the ancient Greek korallion and its Latin echo corallium, and she carries with her the shimmer of Mediterranean sunsets, the whisper of salt-sweet breezes, and the soft clink of rosary beads carved from the sea’s own treasure; in Italy, where fishermen still trust a branch of red coral to ward off the malocchio, she is thought of as a small guardian—part jewel, part prayer—yet she keeps a playful sparkle, blushing in hues of peach and rose like someone who has just been paid a heartfelt compliment; pronounced simply KOR-uhl, the name glides off the tongue like a wave slipping over polished stones, inviting images of vintage cameo brooches, pink sherbet gelato, and the hush of cathedral water under Venetian bridges; Coral’s history on birth ledgers rises and falls like the tide, never quite vanishing, always returning with a quiet persistence that suggests resilience rather than fad, and in every era she offers parents the promise that their daughter will carry a piece of hidden reef beauty—delicate, enduring, and forever kissed by the sea.
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