lundi 16 janvier 2012

This time of year makes me painfully nostalgic for other lives. I hold onto objects too tightly sometimes, probably because they remind me of these memories. Past trips, past tears, past joys. These treasures were from a specifically wonderful time, getting lost in backroads Georgia, right before a time of home, heartbreak and new adventure. The fact that you can still find little antique piles on the side of the road with 5cent paper price tags taped on is a treasure in itself.

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