Reflection:
I cleaned my closet this week. Not a deep clean — more like a gentle excavation. I found objects I hadn’t touched in years: a note from someone I used to love, a shell from a trip I barely remember, a T-shirt I wore when I moved to this city. Suddenly, memories were everywhere.
Observation:
We carry history in small things. Even when we forget, objects remember. And when we touch them, they release that memory like perfume from a bottle.
Photos:
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Key on a wooden table
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Crumpled handwritten letter
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Dusty photo album with a cracked spine
Takeaway:
“What we keep says more than what we throw away.”