Another sevenling, this time for Brian’s prompt about collecting. Ron is probably the king of sevenlings, and he is right: they are addicting.
As a child, I collected a variety:
The cutest and fluffiest stuffed animals,
Both smooth and rough rocks, stickers…
Most of them have been let go.
Now my collection of notebooks grows,
For poems, journal entries, stories…
Collecting years with not much to show.
Collecting is a funny thing. Often, I feel like an ant because of the amount of stuff I just move from one place to another everyday, within my own house. It is years of stuff and stories we accumulate; hard to know what meaning to assign.
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