I like a project, I like a bit of history and a story. So I bought this:
Some things aren't immediately attractive and you're not drawn in. There has to be a spark to start with but a spark cannot be maintained, you need a fire. I always thought you were beautiful, I never knew how beautiful until I knew you better, and the more I know you the more beautiful you become. What is inside always makes everything more interesting. The more I know, the more I want to know.
Around 70 years of stories in this found box. I'd love to know every one but I can't. I can only freeze the contents into photographs and re-present them anew and add my own new tales.
Like us, we're here now and I want to grow old with you, hearing your stories, sharing mine and writing our own.
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