the things I owned
fiction
edward w pritchard
The things that I owned were organic whatever there intended use or purpose. Beautiful and intricate to look at but not durable or practical. The parts of the various apparatuses would run to one side if tilted and everything seemed to be alive. Colors were remarkable but unnecessary to the functionally of the utility of the things I owned and possessed. To make matters worse I become enamored with the beauty of the things I owned.
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