that fireplace was a threshold for memories.
it was made of a brick,
red as you like,
that was older than you could imagine.
the fireplace had watched the families
sit before it for years,
it knew more stories than it could tell in a years time
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
that fireplace was a threshold for memories.
it was made of a brick,
red as you like,
that was older than you could imagine.
the fireplace had watched the families
sit before it for years,
it knew more stories than it could tell in a years time
don't like the ending to this one...seems a bit unfinished
ah well
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