|Myself, my daughter's bowl, my mother's eggs|
"Poetry should.... strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance."
|Prayer beads and wheel, my daughter's work|
Right now, most of my old interesting stuff is in storage, and I couldn't think of anything to photograph that really made me think back. I have moved way too many times, and have gotten rid of a lot of things with memories attached to them. But there are a few that I just can't seem to shake! A couple of old beat up dolls are among those. They are in a box right now, wondering if they are going to stay with me or go off on a journey elsewhere.
|Things from my mother, aunt and daughter|
I've kissed them goodbye time and
again, and still they manage to hang on. So I did take one picture of them, lying on the top of the box which, now that I think about it, they will never actually end up in.
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