Sunday, February 4, 2018

35/365 Objects: Cigar box

I stole it from vacation bible school, when I volunteered to make up for Saturday detentions for uniform violations at my too-strict Catholic High School. Thin wood, red and blue pasted Tabacalera labels. I stashed photos, postcards inside, a memory box for someone whose life was obliterated every two years swiftly without remorse or time for regret. It is half full.
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5 comments:

  1. MaliFebruary 4, 2018 at 7:09 PM

    " ...whose life was obliterated every two years swiftly without remorse or time for regret." Wow. That phrase packs a punch.

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    1. MaliFebruary 4, 2018 at 7:10 PM

      PS. Do you think you could change my blog title from Site Title? Not that I'm sensitive, or anything ... ;-)

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    2. Sally BridgeFebruary 4, 2018 at 7:37 PM

      Ha!! I just saw that! I will try.

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  2. Indigo BuntingFebruary 5, 2018 at 9:08 AM

    That phrase sure does. And I love cigar boxes.

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  3. CedarwaxwingFebruary 6, 2018 at 6:28 AM

    I love cigar boxes too. I have several and refuse to give up any of them.

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