That Far Shore
I've been releasing objects, purging our home.
"Why keep things that we don't use, or that aren't beautiful?" I declared this morning to Patrick. "If it doesn't make us happy when we look at it, it has to go. Period."
What then, am I to do with this bit of silver that just crossed my palm; tarnished and forgotten, an artifact from another life? Two portraits hinged together, each so small, it is like looking backward through a telescope, backward through the years, across an ocean so much wider than the one these two sweethearts pose beside.
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