stories of broken things

yesterday night I took a walk to clear my head and came across those frames of broken objects 

they made me think of how each of those broken things has a place it used to belong to
and a story it is involved in
those buttons on the left were maybe part of a cardigan that belonged to an old lady
a child maybe once collected those shells on the right at the Baltic sea
that bird of broken china below has maybe once been broken by a cat that played with it

and now all these objects and stories intertwine into a new story in each frame and between them

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