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FUELLED ON THIS:
These unpacked boxes continue to reveal concealed faces of
the people we used to be. Words written over decades
make me shudder, re-bagged, shredded or burned. Consigned
to shadow corners, buried in the earth until their resonance
is disarmed. It’s a radio & kettle day, a long trudge through
deep snow, one foot goes down in front of the other.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
ha..ha.. today I was fueled on old memories too
with ABBA 🙂
In the shop there is a children’s book, The Little White Piano.
The story begins as a beautiful vase is brought to an old cottage. The vase starts to talk to the other furnitures in the cottage and soon starts to wonder why the piano, half-hidden in a corner, is so quiet…
And then there was a red phone too with a sign that reminded me about that phonecall in the late 70s 🙂
keep it simple