Someone stole my backpack at the dining hall today
(well they just accidentally mistook mine for theirs).
I stood there and didn't know what to do.
My books, wallet, keys, Nietzsche writing response, iClicker-->gone!

There was a backpack that looked just like mine,
so I dug around their books and found their name.
Then a nice cafeteria man phoned "david" for me.
David returned my backpack.

I walked back to my room and started sewing
(to make it more distinguishable)
Good thing I found this piece of cloth on the floor 2 days ago!
(I also found a gourd, a paintbrush, and a photograph of a flower.
Nadya found a skirt).

it brought back memories, of those sewing days.

mushroom inside a necklace