My clothes are like friends I hold onto too long. They may not make sense anymore, they may be falling apart or be too clingy. They may be too flashy or short, too flowery and naive for my current lifestyle. But I hold onto them, each one having a story of some sort. A reason they made it into the great closet (or closets). They speak of who I was and who I wanted to be.
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