Every once in a while, we come across a scene that reminds us how quickly life moves, and how quickly today's commonplace items become tomorrow's forgotten relics. I found this in deep, deep storage, and for some reason it made me stop and think about what we lose when we move on from paper.
I don't think I have the answer that that one. Nor do I ever expect to.
I don't think I have the answer that that one. Nor do I ever expect to.
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This has happened to me several times. Binders of hopes, dreams, ideas and secrets become binders of old stuff.
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