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light breaks through a tiny mason jar, purchased on impulse, but nestles nicely in the windowsill. the tinted greens give a lovely glow these whimsical buys will become too eclectic, bound to become an I-spy books doom. oh, I think they're so neat, my collections of art. yet I rain down on my mother to clean out my old room, filled with squares and circles, shapes of a hoarder. why is it that people like things so much? © 2015 Kate Volk
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
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light breaks through a tiny mason jar, purchased on impulse, but nestles nicely in the windowsill. the tinted greens give a lovely glow these whimsical buys will become too eclectic, bound to become an I-spy books doom. oh, I think they're so neat, my collections of art. yet I rain down on my mother to clean out my old room, filled with squares and circles, shapes of a hoarder. why is it that people like things so much? © 2015 Kate Volk
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Feb 24, 2014
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