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Steppin on the beach of nana’s shed floor was like reaching land just off the lawn. behind unkempt borders edged a ribbon of flowers as a flush of memories drifted. A muffled whisper washed sepia toned moods, twisted broken things seemed to talk dummy like quitely in their boxes, rejected by flighty owners now themselves discarded. On the windowsill a porcelain cup caught my eye – watermark of grime told me where tea once floated. Nana leant over in crisp white linen while old China rested on the ledge. Lost without its handle useless article – banished from the cabinet. Where a scrolled handle sprung there was now a clean break, tossed up here relieved yet wrecked. A lifetime ago tea was served for the up and coming set nana with fixed ideas of dainty cakes swept away drips on my face.
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
China Cup (Clearing out the house and shed)
Steppin on the beach of nana’s shed floor was like reaching land just off the lawn. behind unkempt borders edged a ribbon of flowers as a flush of memories drifted. A muffled whisper washed sepia toned moods, twisted broken things seemed to talk dummy like quitely in their boxes, rejected by flighty owners now themselves discarded. On the windowsill a porcelain cup caught my eye – watermark of grime told me where tea once floated. Nana leant over in crisp white linen while old China rested on the ledge. Lost without its handle useless article – banished from the cabinet. Where a scrolled handle sprung there was now a clean break, tossed up here relieved yet wrecked. A lifetime ago tea was served for the up and coming set nana with fixed ideas of dainty cakes swept away drips on my face.
China is a nickname
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
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