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‘Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.’ – Cormac McCarthy
Tiny wishes, she collects and keeps in a silver box.
Precious, precious wishes they are. In many pretty colors, there are so many of them. The box is so full.
She holds the small box in the palm of her hands, gazing softly.
Each wish is as light as a feather. If she opened the box now, they will surely fly with the wind and be lost forever. That is why she decides she will never open the box.
It is kept locked, locked. That all too important lock on that all too important box.
She wonders why none of them come true.
Authors Notes –
May we free our wishes from the box!
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