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Long ago




in a musty old box in the attic
keepsakes and memories long forgotten

a lock of hair
little worn-out shoes
a discolored photograph of sunny day spend at the seaside
some dried flowers held together with a red ribbon
a written letter from her lover

 't was so long ago
a lifetime

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