Wrecked

WreckedA rusted-out wreck. Pollution. An eye sore. But over the years this old hulk may very well have become a fox’s den, a hollow for a bee hive, a rabbit’s safe haven.

Has something that someone else has discarded been re-born as something useful to you?

3 thoughts on “Wrecked”

  1. When I was young, I made rattles out of empty salt containers.

    Many of my clothes and all of my furniture are second-hand.

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