everything is gone (and it didn't take a fire)

antique shop graveyard memories of yesterday dead and sold and slipped away from the boxes we sealed and hid carefully in musty old attics among bare copper wire and motes in the sun beams like stars in the sky
stray pieces of carnival glass and thrift store paintings and boxes of toys long gone and forgotten now filled with holiday decorations, nativity and comical ghosts and silver rings for sacred eggs
and other things that songs and beards and thick southern accents bring to mind
just echoes of faded memories of the past long dead 


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