How could we find ourselves if we didn't get a little lost first? Some of us fell off expensive peacoats. Some of us were discovered in the street, scratched but sturdy. Some of us are stuck in the bag we came in, extras for just in case, while the shirt we came with lives its life out in the sun. And so we sit, lost but found, together. We share our stories with our lost companions, and we find ourselves in our sharing. And we hope, if we ever get lost again, we might then find ourselves in another bucket.
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Puddles Fan
7/25/2016 01:13:41 pm
Hi Elena,
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Elena
9/21/2016 02:03:06 pm
Hehe, it has made wonderful friends(: Also, sewing party!
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