What else do you label a box that is at least partially packed with bottle caps and sea glass? I refuse to call them useless, it's part of nesting. The aggregate I keep to help me feel settled. They shine in my eyes with moonlight as I try to sleep. Imagining a life as fulfilled and long and deep, as a french kiss with eternity. I am disposable too, and understand discarded things; so I collect them to journey with me.
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