Thursday, June 28, 2007

Less is more

You threw away my bottles.

Grandma, I was just cleaning up.


But they were special bottles.

They were just lying around on the floor. You could fall over and hurt yourself. You collect so much stuff.


My bottles.


Think of it this way. Less is more. Less danger, more space.


Old age. That's less and less.


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