Crazy booty I often inventoried in the dead of night
mirepsphas quoted10 months ago
I answer I do not wish to own
mirepsphas quoted10 months ago
Nothing — an old spoon, a rudder, the remains of a walkie-talkie
mirepsphas quoted10 months ago
I open my bundle and dump the contents in the furrows of the earth
mirepsphas quoted10 months ago
for caught within my little gem was more misery and hope than one could fathom
mirepsphas quoted10 months ago
Little droplets that somehow became gems gathered by beggars who trade them for rice
mirepsphas quoted10 months ago
I had a ruby. Imperfect, beautiful like faceted blood. It came from India where they wash up on the shore
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This uncommon bundle has always been my comfort, my happy burden
mirepsphas quoted10 months ago
I have always possessed a kind of knapsack, if nothing more than a piece of cloth or skin tied in a knot. My sack, worthy companion, produces, when opened, a world defined by its contents — fluxion, unique, beloved