In June 2006 I carried a matchbox in my pocket for one week.Into it I collected careless sentences and trapped thoughts liable to escape.
This is a continuation of that matchbox - a virtual place to mount all the little thoughts we lose - the ideas, the promises, the doodles.The things that break apart and the insistent pieces that wedge under our skin.
And here is the thought that suggested the eventual title for this blog.
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3 remarks:
ha, what's wrong with parrots?
or the number 13?
this made me smile, thank you :)
No problem with parrots for me Polona. Some say 13 is unlucky, but I had a very good day :)
interesting thought :)
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