Diane

I’m 18, which used to be the beginning; now it’s old. The things in this box are all I can call home. I cherish the dragonfly. Yes, it’s silly to save coins, since they haven’t worked for years, but the details, so refined; the sound. The photos I’ve adopted: they were precious to someone gone, so precious that they’re nearly worn away. I imagine why. If you’re reading this, then I’m gone, too. Cherish the dragonfly.