Monday, May 31, 2010

Rounded edges

It’s kind of strange that the only things I have from my grandmother’s house so far are a few plastic containers I took for food. I’m developing an affection for these blue lids, the rounded edges on otherwise square frames, the flatness of these containers in comparison to my others, somehow this feels comforting.

I do keep thinking of her, like when I call my other grandmother and I think oh, I’ll call Rose now. And then I get sad again.

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