Always inconstant...

By bikeyPete

All that glitters...

Walking through the local market, amongst the candles, hand made soap, vegetables, brick-a-brack and things that don't have a name, lay once loved and cherished sparkly things.
The sun came out from behind a cloud and once more unwanted jewels shone and grabbed my eye, all that glitters is not gold, but everything has it's moment to sparkle.

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