No-big-fan-of-shopping girl, I am collecting those lovely necklaces. I prefer to have them with their own stories behind. Then when I look or wear them, those little sweet memories can wave back; either let me smile or let me cry. Memories cannot kill.

One of them is broken and I do not know how to fix it. Likely my memory for that broken one. I cannot fix. I let it as the way it is. Or, I might try hard to fix.

©Angela Worldtrekker – Posted from WordPress for Android


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