A TREASURE BOX...
We all have one. A dented coffee can buried in the backyard. A cardboard shoe box tucked under the bed. A faded cigar box, the edges worn and soft with age and use. A wooden trunk hiding in a corner in the attic. Dad's footlocker in the garage or Mom's hatbox on the closet shelf. Our treasure boxes are tied to our hearts and our individual history. They hold a tangible link to our most precious memories. A ticket stub, a button, a key, an unusual stone, a feather, a perfect seashell or maybe an old photo, faded and curling at the edges - the small things that make up our lives and bring richness into our everyday existence. An amulet that whisks the owner right back to a moment in time, a place that lives inside. A story begging to be shared. A writer's tale.TreasureBoxTales
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If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
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by Shel Silverstein,Where the Sidewalk Ends
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