3/14/16
Dreams of My Grandparents
Bottles, seashells, artifacts on the beach. Dark and dusty interiors. Jumbled and neglected kitchen. Desks and attic spaces full of old papers and household items. A cold feeling in the back of my skull, and the shade of my grandfather or grandmother somewhere nearby.
3/14/16
3/14/16
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