Each thing I do I rush through so I can do
something else. In such a way do the days pass—
a blend of stock car racing and the never
ending building of a gothic cathedral.
Through the windows of my speeding car, I see
all that I love falling away: books unread,
jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why?
What treasure do I expect in my future?
~ Stephen Dobyns poem’s Pursuit from Cemetery Nights.
What thrift treasure do I expect in my future? Vintage dress form, bakelite accessory and sterling silver turquoise jewelry. For this week, these are a few of my favorite treasure.
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