kimberlypearl
A little knick-knack; I'd rather have an entire keyring full of mementos from faraway places and reams, plush reminders of days gone by, kitschy things to start conversations with. It makes having a key so much more fun. And easier to find in my black hole of a bag. You'll know it's me when you hear the chiming and clanging; that is, if it's audible over my heels against the pavement. Clack. Clack. Cling! Clack.