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.


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.


rhya said...

agreed skye