I was struck this evening by how hard it can be to say goodbye to the old, the familiar: I caught my shoulder on a hook, and tore my shirt, a shirt I'd had for a third of my life: not an important or big part of my life, but it had a small amount of meaning: and now, caught on a hook, it's gone. Just a little bit saddening.
Yours, just a little bit saddened,
N.
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