Hats come in all different shapes and sizes, just like people do. Hats are witness to memories and lives. They are gently worn, covered with tares and faded to practically nothing. They are handled with tender and sentimental fingers. They offer as reminders of what was and what could be. Each hat holds a different time inside. One that it holds and will never let go of. Hats cradle our thoughts and don't make comments or give looks. They hold onto the things we are not willing to say and the imaginings we are not brave enough to make reality.
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Exploring the Intricacies of the Hat.
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This was so good. Great job!
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