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Wednesday, 2 November 2011

I want to go to a Marina Workshop ♥
Posted by Monty at 14:22
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When I was younger my mum and dad called me their wee bag lady. They used to give me a plastic shopping bag so that I could pick up everything I wanted to keep from the street. I picked up silvery chewing gum wrappers, discarded objects and hundreds of shiny yellow dandelion heads. As I got older I began to horde everything and now I live in a room the equivalent of a junk shop. I collect clocks and cameras and suitcases and sticks and sandy shells and old musty books and woolly blankets and framed pictures and middle names. I am a story collector.
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