Memory objects as Jewels:
Rowena and I had spent several evenings together. One night when I dropped her off at her home, we said our goodbyes in our obfuscatory friendly way. I was getting ready to start my Truck when the passenger door opened. In one seamless motion she leaned in across the seat and kissed me "full upon the lips". Her gaze holding me captive as she withdrew, closing the door again.
I can hold this moment. It keeps me connected to everything her and I have been.
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found you through rowena's blog... my roommate and i just started one up yesterday, we'll see if we can chronicle our crafting well enough :) i hope you are well! -Lin
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