the black jeans with the iron patches they glued on broke apart again at the knees. maybe they would have to finally give up on them or else take them to a seamstress. they were worth saving. like stitching together all the memories from the past ten years the details of which were in the scuffs and nicks and paint stains and holes in the fabric which set off images affiliated with feelings and the feelings once captured were unique to particular times and intricate as hell. #katyamills
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