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| Rainy day treasures Miscellaneous treasures stockpiled, awaiting the inevitable rainy day. Balls of string and plastic rain hats, paperclips, birthday candles, and tarnished buckles from old belts, lengths of leftover cloth, broken can openers and mason jar lids, Cracker Jack prizes, and frayed ribbons join the hodgepodge, All flung with passionate abandon into gaping drawers and wide-necked glass jars. The overflow gathered greedily and squirreled away in musty hatboxes. "Cause you never know," says Aunt Harriet, "someday they might come in handy--for something." |
| Illusions Dawn creeps around the edges of my dreams, nudging your image aside, prodding me to reluctantly give up the tenuous hold that keeps me clinging to phantom smiles and empty promises of days that never happened, except In the lingering moments before daybreak |
| Twilight Terrors Bats swoop low across the dusk-laden sky, sweeping away every last shred of courage and bravado, sending us racing, shrieking, ducking, arms over heads for protection against probable hair-tangling disasters. And even though it has never happened, we're always sure that tonight it will. |
| Kitchen Yarns Yarns passed on, spilling out into the long winter night, flowing freely while the embers crackle and old men's pipes grow cold. Crouched in shadowy corners childish imaginations absorb the tales, tucking them away in a safe place to relate on another night in another place, while the embers glow and the yarns grow. |
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