Sunday, March 25, 2018

Daily Prose Poem


Something that signifies something else, not to be forgotten. Perhaps the sentimental appeal of an old movie ticket, or the receipt for a bottle of wine drank at a celebration you cannot fully recall. Maybe it's something as deeply keen as your grandmother's ancient engagement ring. Whatever the appeal, you pack items away in boxes without labels and forget from where such things originally began.

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