The red paper caught my eye on the sidewalk in New York City, it would make a bright addition to our ephemera collection. You know, the stuff you collect, planning to use in a collage or to glue down in a journal page, but then you put it in a box and forget about it. Susan picked it up and stuck it in her bag. And forgot about it until we got home.
When we got home we realized it was an envelope that had already been opened. Was it thrown away? No love story there. Was it accidentally dropped and was missed? A love story there. Was it from Grandma to a grandchild? Was it sharing between best friends? Or is this the recollection of an illicit tryst? (I think not)I'll never know because I'm not even sure what language this is, not to mention who Kanako is. And if, in my ignorance, I've displayed a really obscene message... sorry. But it just looks like Birthday Love, of some sort.
3 comments:
Susan is a woman of my own heart! I would have picked that up as well *smiles*
probably true-- we pick up pieces of paper off the sidewalk-- thinking to use it later-- put them away and then forget about them-- you have quite a mystery there.
I guess found objects come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and languages. This one is definitely a keeper!
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