Pandoralia: A place and time preserved in the hearts of worn jewelry boxes, where secrets and treasures whisper among themselves in tones made of faded ink, and dusty rose scented paper. Where candy machine glass rings are saved alongside pebbles from stormy beaches, and all conspire to overwhelm anyone who dares to peek inside with vast lifetimes of memory and melancholy. Aimee Stewart
A photo I snapped this morning, as the sunlight was making it’s way into the room…
How true of our boxes filled with memories. What we find in them is a part of us that we never want to forget. Each item has a story. A story of moments or people or something else that brings back those memories or emotions. A lovey image with lovely words!!
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Lovely tones and light. I also love it that you’ve coined a new word!
How true of our boxes filled with memories. What we find in them is a part of us that we never want to forget. Each item has a story. A story of moments or people or something else that brings back those memories or emotions. A lovey image with lovely words!!
Wonderful photo and writing :)