When I go on walks with Doris I tend to come home with Treasures and my apartment is developing somewhat of a “disorganized nature museum” look
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Working on my biggest project to date. This is only a small portion of a nature collection I inherited when a family friend passed. She was the reason I became so interested in nature and bones in the first place. I’m going to be putting this portion into shadow boxes to display at her celebration of life. I’ll post photos as progress is made. The crock pot box is full of rocks lol.
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"Various urodele amphbians, not all to the same scale." The life of vertebrates. 1962.
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if there’s one thing about me it’s that i love trinkets. give me a rock? i’ll keep it forever. little charm? i’m wearing it every day
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"I think it's sweet," Steve says.
Robin wrinkles her nose. "Nothing about Eddie Munson is sweet. He's a sewer rat, at best. Or like twenty opossums in a trench coat."
"Opossums are cute."
"He probably has rabies."
"You say that about me all the time, so I guess that's good. We'll have rabies together."
"He gave you a rock."
"You give me rocks all the time," Steve says, rolling his eyes. He runs his thumb along the textured edge of the rock Eddie'd handed to him.
"Yeah, good rocks." Robin scoffs. "That one sucks."
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— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘The Third Hour of the Night’", published c. 2017.
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