The archives of life are just so beautiful. We are a series of problems, solutions and resolutions, I think —
influenced by the characters and settings we are willing to let in.
The pages we write for ourselves rest on shelves; the change in our fonts eager to be noticed.
2wice yesterday, I was reminded that
time never lasts that long, nor long enough
it only twists and tides
carrying us into the next chapter…
The museum of my life
holds all of my journals, glass-cased.
Nothing to rewrite,
only moments to re-love.
Allyn Locker 
What a beautiful, reflective poem. I love the ending!
“The museum of my life
will hold all of my journals, glass-cased.
Nothing to be rewritten,
only moments to be relived.”
So true!
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You notice the smallest of details and make them shine in a way that demands we notice, too. From the eager fonts to the italicized message, and back again to the image of the glass case, carefully preserving what is caught in the pages. Beautiful! Good to read you again!
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