sweetheart redux

"And the light crept up between the shutters And you heard the sparrows in the gutters, You had such a vision of the street As the street hardly understands; Sitting along the bed’s edge, where You curled the papers from your hair, Or clasped the yellow soles of feet In the palms of both soiled hands."  t.s. eliot

Throughout the years I've decorated and filled several keepsake boxes.  I keep them hidden away in raggedy cardboard boxes, and every few years, when I feel up to the headache of it all, I unearth some of these memory boxes.  Here's my "Wild and Free" box.