And all of a sudden, our memories were like broken pieces of china– easy to remember, hard to bring back.
so, today I went for a walk in the woods with my sisters, and found loads of broken bottles and glass-- along with broken pieces of china. it was so beautiful, the dishes we found. two of my sisters were busy taking photos of each other, while my youngest sister and i were busy with our new discoveries.
i just thought it was pretty cool and made me think "what if someone was living here"? i'm going to go back and look for more thingamabobs (my sisters referred to me as ariel. >.<).
thanks for reading. <3