It wasn’t a real cameo.
It wasn’t lace made from the nuns in some faraway place.
The book wasn’t leather bond, in fact pages were missing.
The pearls…fake and the diamonds rhinestones.
It was just ordinary trinkets from the flea market.
Yet it was real, it was there, it was moments of life, gathered, claimed worthy and blossomed anew..
The little day to day things, the words that pass between, the gestures unseen, the heart on the sleeve, the bits and pieces that make up life.
Hold that which is dear near you, and that which is hard hold closer.
photo: A gathering of flea market finds for a friend.
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