Just when the reminiscences were waning and the treasures in my heart were forlorn, I found myself digging into the neglected corners of the house.

The soft fuzzy blanket that wrapped our bodies and kept us warm through the night, the tinkling toy that lulled you off to sleep sometimes, the trinket that kept dangling as my sleepy wrist lay at the edge of the bed, the fragrance of the old trunk that held the memoirs, the smell of old books that cradled the dried up rose.


I smile. My heart races back to you. I belong to you again!

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