My thanks to Corey Cook, editor at Red Eft Review for publishing this poem.
The one that’s 10 years old —
its leather soiled and supple,
lining grayed by a thousand
ins and outs of billfolds, keys,
candy. The purse fits me,
softening with use, sagging
into the middle of itself, scarred
by day to day, but refusing
to concede to age, zippers
still meshing, handle still
carrying its weight, stitching
still strong.
Sarah Russell Poetry 
Love it!
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Thanks a lot. I decided it was time to change, but after shopping forever, I bought the same purse (vintage at this point) on ebay. Old habits are really hard to break!
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isn’t that funny, I so get that, and have done the same. we are drawn to what we like, not what is trendy or cool
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Both strong
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Aw, thanks John!
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Good one, Sarah! Congratulations 🙂
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Thanks, Ryan.
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I totally understand. I walk and ride a bike a lot, so I use a small backpack as my purse. It is old and faded and perfect.
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Hi Louella. Thanks for stopping by. Yeah, when you find the right one, with the right zippers and pockets, inertia sets in!
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Oh, how I miss you.
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Thanks, Catherine. Miss you too! Invitation’s still open to visit. But not tomorrow. We’re expecting 12” of snow!!
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