Here it is 11:11 and someone is using a cart to move their second load of stuff to the curb for trash pick-up. Box by box each load is moved to the curb in a solitary journey to some unknown distant land. Each load remains uncovered and the contents is exposed revealing tools and awards of dreams and dramas now in the past. These mementos now in the hands of Fate are cast out to occupy a new space and time.
Facing you: Quick! Quick, ...while you are not thinking clearly, move it all to the curb. Make room for new memories and materials.
Facing away: An individual or group copes with their mountain of materials by giving the responsibility and trust away for safe keeping and the continuation of the cherishing.
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