While crossing the parking lot at Harps, I thought I heard someone calling my name. Either that or they were reciting the alphabet. You can’t quite be sure in Fayetteville. 

It was my cousin Diane. She said she had a surprise for me and asked me to drop by her apartment. 

She gave me this brooch. It’s either a beetle or a butterfly from her mom. The wings are spring-mounted, much like my feet when I spot an unattended coffee bar.

Happy Thanksgiving, Diane. 

Mementos and memories.

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