1.28.2009

its like magic

my dear old friend melissa gave me a box of acrylic craft paint from her grandmother. they were labeled very carefully on the tops of the lids. this piece of paper is about a quarter of an inch by half an inch. i love the way its worn and the way the ink has ran. this wild heather stick came off of the paint bottle and has followed me since. it made its way into my backpack, then my binder. i kepe finding it and i always think i throw it away and apparently i never do. or maybe i really do aand it just keeps coming back to me. like magnet of love. i found it today in my binder when i was switching out of the old tattered torn black binder to a free new healthy white binder. wild heather you shall live forever.