Friday, July 06, 2012

Sorting through stuff, through fragments and detritus of my life. I held on to so much stuff that means so little to me now. If I'd kept only the things I really liked, maybe I'd still have more of those and less of what is essentially junk. Even the stuff I like means less and less to me. Nothing I own means more to me than the sight of your smile.

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