Like baseball cards, I trade one emptiness for another. And they come and go, passing through my hands in little plastic sleeves to protect them from fingerprints.
Their depreciation is tragic.
I think it’s time to sell the collection, don’t you?
June 2018
5 years ago
2 comments:
I've been lurking for a while here. Just wanted to say that I like this. A lot.
ps just so that i dont sound too stalker like: i found you through indie bloggers :)
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