Pencils I never use but one day might. Sketches that are still being weighed on the scale that tips between nostalgia and useful observation of progress. Photos of people that once were about but now are not. Dumb t-shirts that should be converted to rags. Forty pounds and counting of thick lard underneath my skin at several different points.
The list is long and unimportant.
As is this piece of writing.
"The planting of trees is the least self-centered of all that we can do. It is a purer act of faith than the procreation of children." --Thorton Wilder
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