Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Chotchkies, Mementos

Sometimes we collect stuff we don't  remember how we came into possession of, but somewhere, somehow, it has or had significance to someone we knew and loved or know and love and it winds up in a place that becomes part of the background of the everyday routine. Until the morning light hits it just right, and for a brief moment, it glows, and asks, "Remember me?"

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