Once, There Were Two Sisters
7 years ago
Friday, February 20, 2009
boxes.
I love to keep things in boxes. Cigar boxes, tea tins, cheese crates, and stationary tins are all around my room. Years worth of tiny objects, notes and pictures fill them with tangible memories I sometimes fear I will lose. All of the good memories flood around me, and even the the bad seem far more manageable, and are somehow healing, when so small. Every time I go to an antique store, I am mesmerized by the boxes. They are the possible vessels of my treasure.
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hm..if you haven't already, you should watch Everything is Illuminated. :]
so much madness in life. one day when i settle down, you'll get a ticket in your mailbox to my house. then we'll sit with a cup of tea and i'll explain so much.
i hope you are well. and that God is blessing you with his mercy and grace.
ah. remember when we almost died in that sardine can...
we have this in common my friend. i keep all my cards in cigar boxes. ha ha. even the ones you make me. :]
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