Monday, August 07, 2006

A pasta - The bag

by Duda

I love them. Bags, organizers, purses. The bigger the better. My father was a fan of office type stuff, but it was all in forbidden land as far as I was concerned. I loved looking at his treasures. I have some of them now.
My bags are usually brown, big enough to carry a notebook and a book, maybe a magazine, my camera, crayons, one or two stuffed animals, pens, pencils, and last but just as important, some crushed cookies that my young one could not bear to throw away. Bags are carriers of knowledge - don't ask me to explain this.

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