I am the Collector of Lost Things, reclaiming the flotsam and refuse and orphaned detritus of life: keys and socks and cell phones and nail clippers and glasses and bank cards and jewelry . . .
I am the Out of Print Office, lining my shelves with books abandoned, neglected, and forgotten.
The best laid plans of mice and men oft are never read.
I am the Dead Letter Postman, waylaying love and inheritance and hate and loss indefinitely.
I am haunted by things left behind.
Running In My Head 
Nice work. Clean and very readable. I can relate to it. Keep writing…
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Thanks for stopping by; and thank you very much for the encouragement!
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This is good. I can see it as the beginning of a piece/novel of great substance and impact. Write…Always. Write.
(And it figures a social studies teacher. Someone has to save – to guard – what others forget, misplace, or don’t recognize as important until later.)
Keep running
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I love the initial flow of your words, the mood swinging with your unique rhythm, the heaviness of the weight your character feels right within your words….
It’s a great peace of writing. There’s no doubt about that.
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