Blue cups on springs and other stories

It’s our natural instinct to hoard things. Useful stuff…useless stuff…we collect it all. Most have memories attached to them. Personal memories that flood back when we surreptitiously open old tin boxes. Each piece has a story that struggles to keep the memory alive, while the inexorable fog of time tries it’s best to wipe it out.


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