I bind your papers so they won’t slip, or show a video that’s short and quick. I hold things firm or briefly play, In work or screen, I find my way.

These sturdy travelers march through mud and snow, their leather voices echoing as they stampede across the earth. Guardians of toes, they step into battles and adventures alike, loyal to each stride.

I might look small, but I'm a bottomless pit. I hold your phone, money, hand cream, you name it. Sunglasses, chapstick, your keys, a little nail kit? Sure, why not. My inside is infinit.

I am a hollow voice with skins stretched tight, my rhythms echo in the night. Marchers step to my beat, while dancers find the groove in my sound.

Invest your time, effort, and money into one of these in the hopes that some tomatoes will grow in a few months time instead of buying them from the store.