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my desk tells the story of me. there is a vintage pink enamel with painted animals on it cup, a vintage metal frog, a vintage san fran stien, and a corner fit piece of turquoise pottery all holding pens, pencils, and markers. those 4 items have company — w wicker basket for misc items, a desk file cabinet with a ton of little things taped on it that i fancy. a robin egg blue with brown speckles pottery dish holding coins. a vintage brass xl paperclip which reads later, and a similar which reads leave it to me — and i use those 2 for my papers/actual to do list–so many papers, and, of course there is a small painted drawer with special little craft items.A small worry doll frame holding a picture of my dad and i — he was taken 13 months ago from me. and another small wooden framed photo of my mom when she was younger–we look exactly the same. a stack of old maps. Lastly (although i am sure that’s not all there is) there is a vintage ceramic lazy susan — 1 section holding my jewelry display overflow in the form of earrings which cant hang from my wooden hole pieces hanging on the wall nearby, and the other sections, like the wicker basket, hold various other items. a recycled paper vase and a robin egg blue ceramic textured vase, each holding large faux vintage flowers. my planbook. my macbook in its orange case. oh yes, other things which are on my desk — always stiki pads–always have things to write down running and dancing through my head and a printer with the top speckled in items special to me–including carious shells, stones from lake kivi in rwanda, vintage donkey letter press, a vintage button, and several other small items that is my desk. that is me.