332:365:2012



dug up from the earth
glass vessels from years gone by
broken; like me

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I was gifted these wonderful old glass bottles (from a dear friend)...
who had collected them from a local treasure-hunting place; known as the glass graveyard.
I have some of my own... that I've worked into art pieces...
and am looking forward to working with these ones as well.
As to the Haiku... I am exhausted. Mentally, physically, spiritually. 
It's just been a rough day.