the collector

Sometimes I don’t know why I collect certain things. There are times when I find a bunch of junk and have no idea what I was thinking. I suppose everyone is a collector, in some way. My dad would keep newspaper clippings; I keep anything that looks interesting to my eye… anything that just maybe could be turned into something else. Anyway, just the other day I found my collection of bus tickets that I acquired from my time in Chișinău, Moldova. So I reached for my glue stick and out came this. Not sure what I should do with this now… but it did bring back some fond memories.

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