A corrugated box,
Stored high on a shelf
In the basement boiler room
Cobwebbed carton
...
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I absolutely adore finding things like this. I have part filled calendars or my children my life. The mundane the heartache. What is wrong with me tonight. This grasped my core and had me shedding some. Written with such an easy flow of confidence and honesty. Lovely. Ty oh and grand title :)
Such memories! Well Penned! ! Your lines are the epitome of a soft reflection... the paragon of quiet delight. Though I am apparently not as well organized...I also have a habit of keeping old calendars... strewn here and there like dropped bread crumbs leading me back to days gone by... Coincidence abounds! LOL! !