I had a pile of words silted on my hard drive. Mine, I thought, and yet not mine. Today I realised they were nothing more than the old rags of a dressing-up basket, second-hand finery and cheap bits of ribbon, make-do-and-mend for any occasion. They were no more than the ones and noughts of binary, the individual and the vacancy.
They are gone now, and my heart feels lighter.
frizzyLogic 
I’d have had them, mine are looking pretty lacklustre…
I hope you recycled them. There’s no excuse for profligate waste.
Well they weren’t actually assembled by me so I couldn’t really hand them on but I’m sure they’re not going to waste and are being efficiently recycled.