Every faraway place pawns its beauty: translucent jade, sculpted pewter, embroidered felt. You’ve adorned me with treasures, thinking things matter.
This time, come home with nothing; just unpack your memories, clothe me in your journey’s tale, fold me into moments I missed.
December 23, 2015 at 4:45 pm
“thinking things matter.” ***
Beautiful take!
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December 23, 2015 at 6:45 pm
Nothing like unpacking memories after a good travel. Well said!
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December 30, 2015 at 10:55 pm
Truth be told, I really like the treasures, too.
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December 23, 2015 at 9:51 pm
You’re getting better and better, Jhia. I loved “fold me into moments I missed.”
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December 30, 2015 at 11:02 pm
I struggled to find that phrase. Thank you.
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December 24, 2015 at 4:34 am
“fold me into moments”… lovely!
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December 24, 2015 at 3:39 pm
This is layered with lovely images and emotions. Fantastic microstory!
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December 30, 2015 at 11:02 pm
Thank you so much, and for stopping by.
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