Monday, January 18, 2010

The centre of January.
spring is a memory. dusty and faded.
piles of birthday cards fade in a box on the living shelf. i should throw them out...but i can't let go of the kittens and bears and the piles of fallen sparkles. dried celebrations like snow banks on the side of the road.
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2 comments:

Skye Hohmann said...

I'll throw out anything except for things with sentimental value. I keep stacks of cards and letters.

I think it would be great if I could see you every week.

xxs

11:04 AM
Rhya said...

agreed skye

4:47 PM

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