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)
You ask: What is it? I reply: What do you want it to be? You ask: What does it mean? I reply: What do you want it to mean?
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Another Love Story?
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.
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Susan is a woman of my own heart! I would have picked that up as well *smiles*
ReplyDeleteprobably 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.
ReplyDeleteI guess found objects come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and languages. This one is definitely a keeper!
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