Poem: Artifacts — Quarry House

Old letters fill the slots. Historical artifacts, some opened, some not. All part of the effect, the atmosphere of a time long passed, museum pieces. There is an urge to pull them out, to brush off the dust and read, to peek into another life that is not your own, a life most likely long […]

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