The green champagne bottle on the side of the road reminded me of being young.
We used to play in the old junkyards behind the barn, collecting the pretty blue bottles, the miniature bottles, and the large rusty cans and scraps of metal which we couldn’t determine a past identity for.
We stocked a boulder fortress on the frontier of our exploration with such goods, and wondered how people could have thrown them out in the first place, since they were still interesting and useful.
"The green champagne bottle"
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