There’s an old chest in the living room. It’s large. The color of the chest is light. There are dark blemishes on the lid. My eyes go directly to this. I think of an old women and her face. She smiles and more than that she laughs and loves easily. This makes me like the chest. If the chest were perfect I wouldn’t know the old women.
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Great imagery I can see the chest as you are talking,great post,excellent work
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Thank you Sheldon.
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Are you an indigenous person? I ask because of the depth in which you see the world around you.
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