Where I collect the found and the lost.
Just a line of dumb ducks. This is all. But at least we are not alone.
Today there was a teddy bear hanging from a wire in an intersection…like memories on display. Yours and mine.
When they said I could stop here, they didn’t tell me it was the end of the road.
For the eye has this strange property: it rests only on beauty; like a butterfly it seeks color and basks in warmth. – Virginia Woolf, from “Street Haunting.”
Today’s incongruity could be tomorrow’s comfort zone. It would depend, of course, on whether you are sitting or standing.
Well, what can I say? You almost reached me but you didn’t.
And in the closet, there were things the person did not wish to see – nay, would run from at all cost.
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