I’ve always been able to find a home among the forgotten things that clutter and crowd the shelves. They’ve given me hope. Kept me company. More than once, I’ve picked up a lost little bobble and seen the beauty in its imperfections. I’ve wondered if I worked hard enough at my bruised and broken bits, If I could be shiny again too. I’ve wondered if anyone might ever see me as something precious
— Dec 27, 2025 10:03AM
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