It's with a heavy heart that I have to part with my stuff. Looking at the things thoughts are taking wings of the ones we loved. Possessions fill the holes left by all the souls of the ones who went. We sort the treasure as a way to measure the lives we spent. The issue with the crap? Is that it is a trap that holds us tight. Life is for the living Stuff is for the giving Stories must be told. Stuff will be tossed Loves will be lost Words will shine the light. E-B. Smith
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