Sometimes affection is a shy flower that takes time to blossom..
How on earth am I suppose to tell my life story simply through a few given objects, collected from my own house ? How will these objects capture the essence of my life? In what why do they describe me in the best way ?What do Pettson and Findus, an old pair of shoes, my grandmom and an empty bottle of wine have to say about me ? That's about how far I've come ! A great deal more, I gather !T o b e c o n t i n u e d !
SAVE ME !
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