It isn’t easy

sifting through another’s life;

once loved, discarded.


by Scooj


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I am Stephen. I live in Bristol, UK. I decided to shorten my this: Wildlife, haiku, travel, streetart, psychogeography and my family. Not necessarily in that order.

5 thoughts on “Clearance”

      1. I remember going through all of my dad’s clothes with my mom. It’s a heart-breaking chore.
        I keep some of the things that meant a great deal to my dad. My mom’s vision is too poor for her to look at them, so I have them in a special place where I can see them when I want.

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      2. My dad had way too much junk, which was important to him, but it is mostly junk. It was tough throwing things out, but we kept quite a bit too. More to do another time.

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