There's a big box in my spare room full of bits and pieces. Some of it is stuff I was sent, some of it is my own. All of it is stuff I couldn't bear to throw away. I'm slowly emptying it out...
The box is not a metaphor. Really. I'm filling this blog with old scraps of paper, letters, poems, pictures, and things in my head. Everything I ever amounted to. I may not have much in my life but take it, it's yours.
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