One August afternoon, I sat in my kitchen staring at a glass vase that hadn’t seen daylight since my wedding.

My husband and I had just sold our house and we were busy ___1___ the beloved home our family had spent 23 years filling up. We had decided on key items for the ___2___ we were moving to in town, donated what we could, and rented a place to ___3___ our supposedly important objects. That left a house still ___4___ with things that, while not particularly ___5___, didn’t belong in a landfill (垃圾填埋场).

I took a picture of the vase and posted it online, for $10. A couple of messages came in, one wanting additional ___6___ , another asking for a price cut. As our ___7___ day drew near, I settled on a new price ($0) and reposted it. The ___8___: “I hate this vase. Maybe you won’t.” In an instant, a woman raced into my house and left happily with the vase.

___9___, I posted more. My daily posts and the ___10___ I received became a precious ray of light in the chaos of my house. Each exchange provided a chance to ___11___ the landfill and to please another person I might not otherwise have ___12___.

I sit in my apartment today, loving each of the ___13___ that share our small space. I take ___14___ in knowing that, somewhere nearby, someone is ___15___ something that couldn’t come with us.