Some people see old junk from the garage. 

People like me see the beauty, the sweat of the laborer's hand, 

a sporadic curse mumbled under the breath, 

the rough, strong hand that caused the 
perfectly thumb-sized rust spot on the handle,  

the ways of the past, remembering a time - long gone by - 

when things took a little more effort and stood the test of time quite a bit better. 

People like me see the soul of the salt of the earth.  

XO, Nyssa 

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BEAUTY: in the worn, the faded, the chipped, the rusty... 

{along the Astoria, Oregon Riverwalk} 

SPARTAN: how my blog looks today. 

Sometimes in life, we simply owe ourselves the gift of a clean slate. 

Welcome. 

Thank you for being here.