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I LIFTED HER UP TO LOOK INSIDE - THERE WERE PHOTOS OF WHEN HER MOTHER WAS A BRIDE, UNCLES, AUNTS AND DISTANT COUSINS, ALL IN ROWS, ALL WITH DUST, NOT CLEANED SINCE LAST HOLIDAY WHEN OTHERS CAME TO LOOK - SO MANY MORE TAKEN OUT OF THE BOOK; IMPRISIONED - MAYBE THEY CAME OUT TO PLAY AT NIGHT, ALWAYS LOOKED THE SAME, IMPOSSIBLE TO AGE AND NEVER BOTHERED BY THE RAIN, WHEN DAYLIGHT CAME THEY WERE ALL BACK AGAIN; WE WILL BE BEHIND THE GLASS WHEN ALL THINGS COME TO PASS, SOME EVEN NOW BUT CAN NOT PLAY UNTIL SPIRIT HAS DEPARTED; WHEN I PUT HER DOWN SHE WAS BROKEN- HEARTED.
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
BEHIND THE GLASS
I LIFTED HER UP TO LOOK INSIDE - THERE WERE PHOTOS OF WHEN HER MOTHER WAS A BRIDE, UNCLES, AUNTS AND DISTANT COUSINS, ALL IN ROWS, ALL WITH DUST, NOT CLEANED SINCE LAST HOLIDAY WHEN OTHERS CAME TO LOOK - SO MANY MORE TAKEN OUT OF THE BOOK; IMPRISIONED - MAYBE THEY CAME OUT TO PLAY AT NIGHT, ALWAYS LOOKED THE SAME, IMPOSSIBLE TO AGE AND NEVER BOTHERED BY THE RAIN, WHEN DAYLIGHT CAME THEY WERE ALL BACK AGAIN; WE WILL BE BEHIND THE GLASS WHEN ALL THINGS COME TO PASS, SOME EVEN NOW BUT CAN NOT PLAY UNTIL SPIRIT HAS DEPARTED; WHEN I PUT HER DOWN SHE WAS BROKEN- HEARTED.
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
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