Saturday, 2 September 2017

Every knife...

every odd piece of crockery,
every strange collected item...the very flotsam and jetsam of life tell a story.

How to cast them adrift 
is the problem.  
Am I brave enough?

"You can always replace them when we get there and see just how much space there is!" he says.
It is not that easy I think.
To me old has the patina of happy, maybe sad memories which I love to surround myself with.
No price will buy that...

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