Here’s what I found:
Two American pennies:
1994: starting high school, this year was a formative one. I had access to the best music and the easiest wardrobe choices; I made lifelong friends and nemeses; I discovered my sense of self under a great big Canadian flag in front of a bunch of strangers.
2006: debt-free, clear-eyed, newly-housed – this was the true beginning of the rest of my life.
Hair-Tie, in apple green. Can never have enough of these, especially in apple green.
A poem, by Dylan Thomas:
Your breath was shed
Invisible to make
About the soiled undead
Night for my sake,
A raining trail
Intangible to them
With biter's tooth and tail
And cobweb drum,
A dark as deep
My love as a round wave
To hide the wolves of sleep
And mask the grave.
A receipt for $42.97 from The Flower Shop
Sometimes, it’s not worth hanging on to something for sentimentality only. I don’t wear this jacket, ever. In theory, it’s beautiful: totally my style and edgy-cool. In reality: it makes me uncomfortable. Into the donations bag it went, hopefully a memory-maker for someone who can stand the heat. Me? I’m moving on.
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