Friday, March 20, 2009

missing

My dad has a sewing kit I've been using to sew my little books. I opened it today and it smelled so much like my accordion case I almost cried. It sounds ridiculous, but holy christ do I ever miss my accordion. I miss being able to make music. I miss having privacy. Mostly I just miss opening my accordion case and pulling back the satin and smelling old suitcase.

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