confetti There are trite things, minutiae, the real detritus of #life, that existed, unthinkingly, elemental to a full, sophisticated existence, bought with old money in the world of my parents, things handed to small, ungrasping hands, with bare infant comprehension and virgin wonder, things that seem as real now to my conscious as they did to my fingers all of those years ago, procured for a function and cast away, almost like the casting was the function. Things that, provide me today, with scarce clue as to their source.
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